"That's it." He eases up. "You're going to be real docile, real obedient. And if you're not? Well..." He chuckles. "Do you know why they call me Red?"
I realize that he wants me to respond. I shake my head.
Instead of telling me why, he brings down his hand on my ass. There's a loud crack, even through my jeans. I whimper into the bandana.
"Yeah, and it hurts even more without pants on. Which reminds me..." Red brings my hands behind my back, then ties something around them. He flips me over, undoing my belt and ripping off my pants.
I plead with him using my eyes. This wasn't exactly what I wanted. I'm not sure I'm ready for this.
Red just laughs as he removes my boxers. "Look what we have here. Just when I thought you weren't liking your treatment."
Sure enough, my dick is standing at attention, practically straining toward the sky. I can feel my face flush. How is it that my cock's so stiff when I'm so afraid? Is it the water Red told me about?
Red grins, pulling me onto his lap. He flips me so that I face the floor. "Let's try this again."
The crack that rings out as his hand meets my ass resounds in my ears. I feel like I'm on fire. I don't think he could hit me any harder if he tried. Tears spring to my eyes. Perversely, my dick stiffens further.
"Shh." Red runs light fingers over the strike zone, making my skin tingle. "Don't complain. You did deserve that, after all. For now you just get one, since I know you're afraid." He weaves his fingers through my hair. "I know this is scary, your first time with a man. But you won't know if you like it until you try it. And I'll make sure you like it." He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek, then bends down to whisper in my ear. "Just know that if you try to run again, I'll spank you until your ass falls off."
I shudder. I don't doubt that he could make that happen.
"Will, I'm not doing this to be cruel. But you're so damn pretty, and you promised me one week. Do you remember?"
I nod.
"Are you going to keep your promise?"
My heart thuds in my chest. I don't have much of a choice. Secretly, in a small place deep inside me, I'm glad. I nod again.
"Good. Then let's get started." Red reaches back, pulling something from a drawer. I recognize the click of the cap. Lube. I hear him rub it on his hands. My heart feels like it's going to burst through my chest.
"Damn. I can feel your heartbeat through my leg. Slow down there, partner. I'm going to ease you into this." Red circles my tight asshole with a slick finger. I try to keep breathing. I'm a virgin there. Will more than his finger fit? And fuck, why do I suddenly want him to put more than a finger in there? Won't that tear me? Won't it hurt like hell?
I cry out as he pokes the tip of his finger into me. He lets it rest, barely inside. I almost hyperventilate, torn between wanting to run again and wanting to rise to push him farther inside.
Red strokes my hair. "It's just one little finger. You can handle it." As he says this, he slowly pushes himself in. It slides deeper for what feels like forever. He must have the longest fingers in the world.
"Oh..." He breathes into the nape of my neck. "You're so tight."
Why does it feel so good to know that I'm turning him on? Maybe it's the finger inside me. I've adjusted to it, and Red starts to slowly withdraw. But I want him to stay. He feels good inside me. I arch my back, trying to keep him in my ass.
"Not too fast now." His words are breathy. He sounds as excited as I feel. "We need to go slow." He ignores his own words, pushing his finger back into me and pumping it in and out. My breath is hot against the bandana. I shut my eyes, hoping that he'll add another finger. He does, as if he's read my mind. For a moment I hear nothing but his harsh breathing, the schlick of his fingers slamming into me. He hits a spot within me that I've never felt before. It makes my knees go weak as I gasp for air. I'm on the precipice, and any minute now I'm going to burst.
I moan as he withdraws his fingers. "Oh no you don't. You need to last longer than that." Taking me by my bound hands, he drags me to the bed and bends me over it. I brace my legs against the floor, but he spreads them so far that I'm knocked off balance.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Red pulls at my hips to raise my ass higher. I do my best to hold the position. Red lays a hand on my ass where he struck it earlier. "You tried to run not ten minutes ago, and now you're waving your ass in the air for me. Do you know why that is?"
I shake my head.
Red laughs. "Of course you know. You're a filthy little slut."
I shake my head again. I'm not a slut. It's not like I do this every night.
Red cracks my ass. The force drives my face into the bed sheets. He has good aim, for it's the same place he hit me in last time, and my ass throbs. "That wasn't a question." He grabs the cheek he struck, releasing a bright burst of pain. "But if you're not a slut, I should just leave you here. If you're not a slut, you wouldn't want me to finish what I started. That would be depraved, wouldn't it?"
He presses his dick to my hole. I don't know if it's the water he gave me, the way my legs are spread, or the memory of his fingers inside me, but all I want is for him to fuck me. I stand on my tiptoes, raising my ass as high as it will go, presenting myself to him. Offering myself, because it's all I have to give. And I want him so badly.
"Hmm." Red traces my ass crack all the way to my balls. "For someone who claims to be a virgin down here, you certainly aren't acting like it."
Oh god. I wouldn't lie about that. I shake my head frantically.
"You could have fooled me." Red strokes my ass. "But there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" He presses his dick against my ready hole. I brace myself for impact.
Red doesn't move. "You really want this, don't you?"
I nod, breathing rapidly. He could thrust in at any time. And I want him to. Why won't he?
"You want this from a man you just met, who's tied you up and spanked you."
I hesitate, but I nod. It's true.
"That's not something most people would do, is it?"
Slowly, I shake my head.
"You know what I think you are, don't you?"
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I ache for him to fuck me. I nod.
He leans in, just far enough for his tip to cross my threshold. I gasp. Red undoes the bandana, taking off my gag. "You want this in you?" he asks, pressing it a fraction deeper. "I want that too, but first I want you to own up to what you are."
I bite down on the bed sheets, gagging myself. Inside, I'm at war. I want his cock so badly, but I don't want to say that. Not now, not like this. Not to him.
I lie on the bed, waiting for him to give in. Of course he will. He's already inside me, he can't turn back now.
"I know what you're thinking." Red adds pressure, sliding deeper. I can feel his head inside me. It pulses against my skin. "You think I want this more than you. You think that I'm the bigger slut, since I picked you up." He withdraws from me, leaving a void, a terrible cold emptiness.
I look at him in horror.
"That's right. I don't need you. I was doing you an honor. I know ways to please myself you wouldn't dare dream of." He hikes up his pants. "If you don't want to play, if you don't want to keep your promise, then you're no use to me. Take your clothes and go." Stomping to the door, he swings it open.
I cry into the sheets. I felt good with his fingers inside me. I haven't felt that good in a long time, and I don't want to lose that feeling now. He got me so close to the edge, and now I need a release. I'm not going to leave without it. I bury my face in the mattress. "I'm a slut."
"What was that?"
I raise my head. "I'm a slut. I don't want you to be mad at me. I just met you, and I just want you to fuck my brains out."
Red comes to stand beside me. "That's it." He strokes my hair. "Next time I tell you to say it, I want to hear more conviction. But that'll do for now." With that, he slips the bandana back into my mouth. I acc
ept it willingly.
He plunges into me without warning. The feeling's so intense that all I can do is scream, bandana or no. Over and over he pins me against the bed, cock driving deep. He pulls me to him by my shoulders, grunting my name. I didn't even realize that he was going shallow at first, but he thrusts ever deeper. My legs shake uncontrollably as I feel him stretching me. There's pleasure and pain, both so intense that I can't tell which is winning out.
Red growls, holding me to the bed by my neck. This changes the angle, and I gasp at the new sensation. He's penetrating me, commanding me, and all I can do is wait for him to be sated. With bold strokes he takes his pleasure from me. I can tell from the noises he's making that he's deeply enjoying this. He flips me over, with him still inside. He has no time for formalities. If he wants something from me in a certain way, he doesn't have to ask. He'll just take it as his right.
I moan, giving into him. His eyes are too intense, so I have to close mine against his gaze. His thrusts grow faster, more powerful until I'm not sure how much more I can take. He pounds me, shaking me to my core. The bed squeaks under the punishment, adding to the chorus of grunts and slaps of skin against skin. Every time he pounds into me, my ass stings where he slapped me. And I love it.
Red fucks me harder than I thought possible, until I can't even form thoughts anymore. All I can do is feel his thick cock inside me, and take everything he gives me. Red lets out a noise that makes me burn in my belly. I want to slow down, to warn him that I can't last much longer, but his groan turns into a dull roar. It echoes in my ears as I steel myself against his powerful thrusts. I feel him spurt into me, smell the scent of his seed as it rises on the scorching air. The smell is too much for me to handle, and I blow my load onto his chest.
Red hits me with his final thrusts, then collapses on top of me. He rubs my face in my own juices.
I try to speak, then remember that I can't through the bandana.
"All right," Red says, pulling it away. "Just this once, you can speak without being spoken to. Because I like you."
I investigate the corners of my mouth with my tongue. The gag has rubbed them raw.
"Well? What is it? I'll gag you again if you aren't going to talk."
I grin at him. "I might want some more of that water. It's pretty incredible."
Red laughs, tying the bandana back in place. "You didn't believe that, did you? Nothing's different about the water. That was all you." He flips me, spreading my cheeks. "And since that was you, you'll enjoy this." He brings a butt plug to my face to show me. It's not that big, maybe the size of three of his fingers, but I still shy away.
"Don't be scared." The plug disappears as he shoves it into me. "Let me make sure it's in all the way..." He pushes it deeper, until I whine into the gag. "That should keep you ready for whenever I need you."
The plug feels better as I relax. I sigh into the sheets.
"Get some rest now. Tomorrow we continue your training."
Continue? What the fuck kind of rodeo is this? I fight to keep my eyes open, but I'm too tired. His face is the last thing I see as I drift to sleep.
***
If you enjoyed this read, check out the second installment:
Bareback Rodeo #2: Mentor
Will is still recovering from his first day with Red when a knock at the door announces the arrival of a new trainer. Dusty Paine will teach Will everything he needs to know for the rodeo and then some, as long as Will obeys him. But Will is wary, and Dusty is hard to please. Can Will take the punishment he's about to receive?
Warning! This 3,500-word story contains reluctant consent, two butt plugs, bondage, choking, a rough blowjob, gagging, anal, orgasm denial, and a collar and chain that would keep anyone in line. Intended for adults only.
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Rod Mandelli
Copyright 2012 Rod Mandelli
Despite the temperature dropping outside, miserly businessman Dickteaser Splooge refuses to let his underpaid, under-appreciated employee, Bob Crotchlick turn up the heat in the drafty office on Christmas Eve, pointing out that there are other ways for Crotchlick to keep warm and keep his job at the same time.
Can Bob refuse his boss's kinky sexual advances considering he has an unemployed husband at home as well as the out of work college student they've recently taken in nick-named Tiny Twink?
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Dickteaser Splooge's old partner (both in business and in life), Jacob Jism, was long since dead. In fact, he had died twenty years ago to the day, on Christmas Eve. There was no memorial service planned. No "thinking of you" cards arrived in the mail. Nobody called to ask how Dickteaser was doing and to reminisce about happier times. Nobody offered prayers for the repose of Jacob's soul. There were no pictures of Jacob anywhere in the office or in Splooge's condo. It was as if Jacob Jism had ceased to exist, even in memory, upon his death.
That indeed would have been the case, if it wasn't for one minor detail. The sign remained over the office door, just as it had been twenty years earlier when Jacob died: Splooge & Jism Investment Management. Some might think that this was Splooge's way of remembering his deceased partner. They would be wrong. Dickteaser Splooge refused to change the sign for one reason only. It was the same reason that could explain both everything he did and everything he didn't do in life – money! He thought it would simply be a waste of money to change a perfectly good sign just because his partner died. It didn't matter to him that potential new clients referred to him sometimes as Mr. Splooge and other times as Mr. Jism. He responded to either name. What difference did it make what they called him as long as they parked their money in his firm and he earned a healthy commission for managing their investment portfolios?
Money, money, money and more money! That's the only thing that mattered to miserly old Dickteaser Splooge. He could pinch a penny until Abraham Lincoln's cheeks turned red. He could stretch a quarter until George Washington and the eagle screamed out in pain. What he could do to a dollar bill is just too obscene to mention!
Most people hated him and avoided him at all costs, which was exactly the way he liked it. Years ago, he was reluctant to purchase computers and Internet access. After all, he already had a typewriter and the phone bills were quite high enough. However, he was thrilled (as much as an old curmudgeon can be thrilled about anything) when he realized that business could be conducted online with computers which meant it was no longer necessary to have constant human interactions in order to buy and sell stock or to check account balances to watch funds accumulate.
One unfortunate soul who did have to interact with Dickteaser Splooge was his poor assistant, Bob Crotchlick. Bob was overworked, underpaid, under-appreciated, and one hell of a sexy DILF type.
His jet black hair was cut close cropped and he had wire-frame glasses with thin lenses. Bob's suits were always perfectly pressed. His classic ties contained a hint of color. In short, he looked like he stepped from the pages of a men's fashion magazine.
It was a blustery, snowy, and particularly cold Christmas Eve as Bob Crotchlick and Dickteaser Splooge worked away in the Splooge & Jism office. Even though the stock market shut down early in the afternoon on December 24, Splooge refused to close the office. After all, he reasoned, there was still money to be made in after hours trading and a new client might come in at any moment with an open checkbook.
"Seems almost like a blizzard out there," Crotchlick said looking up from his ratty desk as he rubbed his hands together trying to keep warm.
"Hmmm," Splooge barely acknowledged while he gleefully refreshed his browser window at his own computer in order to see how much more interest he had earned in his many off shore accounts since the last time he had checked them just a few minutes earlier.
"I hear the wind howling. There's a terrible draft coming in around the door," Bob said.
"Hmmm," Splooge grumbled ag
ain, while this time typing a short email to the founder of a company that he had invested in. Splooge confirmed to the man that he had sold his share of stock earlier in the day at full price at its all time high and that his massive sale had triggered the nosedive decline in the stock price for the rest of the day, leaving the founder and the other investors a good fifty percent poorer than they had been that morning.
Getting no satisfactory response from his observations about the weather, Bob Crotchlick got up from his desk and made his way to the thermostat. It was set at a ridiculously chilly fifty-eight degrees. Hoping that Splooge was too engrossed in his emails to notice him, Bob casually reached for the thermostat control.
"Mis-ter Crotch-lick!" Splooge's cranky baritone voice boomed out each syllable. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Raising the temperature a degree or two to take the chill out of the air," the younger man replied meekly. There was no point in lying as his finger was on the thermostat control.
Dickteaser Splooge rose from his desk and folded his arms. "Are you aware of the nature of oil?" he asked.
"Sir?"
"Oil is both temporary and expensive. Do you know what the price of a barrel of crude oil is going for on the world markets? Have you seen the price of a gallon of heating oil?"
"Yes, Sir," Crotchlick answered. "It's quite exorbitant. Considering your extensive holdings in several international oil companies, you've been turning quite a profit from that industry in the last several years."
"Indeed!" Splooge acknowledged with the tone of voice as if he were explaining a simple concept to a wayward child. "It is they, those fools out there," he said gesturing towards the window and the last minute holiday shoppers making their way through the winter snowstorm on the city streets, "who pay those high prices and put money in my pockets. I exploit the masses and the oil companies. They don't exploit me! Shut the heating system off completely. I don't intend to spend one more cent on oil for heating this office today. Is that understood?"
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