Brazilian Cattle Baron (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  He immediately set to work to make good his boast. He coated Sebastien’s cock with saliva, then laid his flushed cheek on Sebastien’s thigh and, with his head in that position, he opened his mouth in an erotic yawn and pushed Sebastien’s cockshaft between his lips sideways as though he was eating an ear of steamed corn. He moved his mouth back and forth to caress Sebastien’s cock from its base to its tip, his lips and tongue curling around the meat, but—to Sebastien’s frustration—never actually taking the head inside his mouth. Simultaneously, he used one hand to tickle Sebastien’s balls, the other to part his employer’s ass cheeks and finger his pucker.

  And when Estevao finally did take the head of his cock inside his mouth and began to slide his mouth up and down around the shaft, Sebastien realized that there was just no contest. The best cocksucker on Marajó, hell! Estevao was probably the best cocksucker in all of Brazil!

  “I can’t stand this,” Sebastien confessed breathlessly, after several more minutes of this delightful torture. “I’m going to have to come!”

  Quick as a flash, Estevao removed his lip-lock from Sebastien’s dick and repositioned himself, once again straddling the other man’s thighs so that he could grasp Sebastien’s cock in his right hand, his own cock in his left hand, and—holding both tools close together—beat them both off.

  “Yes, senhor,” he gasped, looking down at Sebastien, his eyes wild with excitement. “Go ahead…go ahead and shoot!”

  He was stroking Sebastien’s erection with just the right amount of pressure and at just the right pace. Sebastien knew that he wasn’t going to have any trouble ejaculating, so he decided a little reciprocal sex play was called for as the climactic moment drew near. He sat up slightly, reached for Estevao’s chest, and began to pinch and pull on both of his tits while the ranch hand fisted them both.

  Estevao was leaning over Sebastien so far that the crucifix slung around his neck dangled down freely and collided with Tio Gil’s crucifix, which Sebastien wore around his own neck. The two images of the Savior touched, in a spiritual counterpoint to the decidedly secular conjugation of the two men’s cocks.

  Their eyes darted about restlessly. Sebastien couldn’t decide which was the more exciting to watch—the other man’s face, taut with pleasure and fast-approaching ecstasy, or their dicks, stroked so energetically and in such close proximity between their bodies. With that empathy that a man could feel for his sex partner, he suspected that Estevao was experiencing the same dilemma. Sebastien could see the head of his own cock getting wet. Estevao rubbed the ball of his thumb over Sebastien’s piss slit to capture the oozing semen. He raised it to his lips and tasted it, letting out a moan of pleasure. Then he caressed Sebastien’s cockhead again, and utilized the next sluggish emission of semen as a lubricant for his steadily pumping hand.

  “Oh God, I’m so close,” Sebastien warned.

  “Don’t hold it back,” Estevao whispered. “Shoot it! All over me, senhor. Shoot your fucking jism all over me! I want to feel it on my flesh!”

  “Yours, too…I want you to come, too, Estevao. I want to feel your hot load on me, too.”

  “Pinch my nipples harder, then. That is what is going to do it for me, that is what will make me shoot…ah, yes! Yes, senhor, yes!”

  Estevao came first. Throwing back his head and rearing up on his knees, his buttocks tightening visibly with each spurt of his hot wet semen, he began to deliver his load. He drenched Sebastien’s sweaty torso with his first few wads. Sebastien helplessly lost his own too-long pent-up charge, the sperm escaping from his hard-fisted prick in such quantities that the discharge resembled one long stream rather than a series of individual bursts.

  “Ah, Jesus!” Estevao cried as they finished coming together. He let go of their wet, slippery pricks and grabbed Sebastien by the shoulders to steady himself on top of the other man’s body, his soiled fingers leaving slimy streaks on Sebastien’s flesh. Estevao leaned down and kissed his master, desperately, as though he’d been starved for this kind of physical contact with another man and was now determined to make up for lost time. Sebastien kissed him back, fiercely, possessively.

  “You are very potent,” Estevao observed, as they lay together recovering from their orgasms in a loose, sweaty embrace.

  Sebastien had to laugh. Coming from a stud like Estevao, that was quite a compliment. “You’re no slouch yourself,” he said, in English.

  “Slouch? What is a ‘slouch,’ mestre?”

  This seemed like a strange time for a language lesson, but Sebastien did his best to explain the idiom.

  “I see. Are you tired, senhor?” Estevao asked.

  “I’m beginning to recuperate from that first round. What do you have in mind?”

  “I like more than anything else to be fucked. I would consider it a great honor, mestre, if you would fuck me with your big hard norte-americano cock.”

  “And, Estevao, I’ve got to admit that I’m getting extremely excited at the thought of fucking your butch Brazilian ass.”

  “I was not wrong, then,” Estevao declared, with audible satisfaction. “I suspected that you were a dominating man at heart—a man born to command. Have you often fucked another man in his ass?”

  “Sure, lots of times,” Sebastien boasted. “They all said they liked it.”

  “I am sure that they did, once they had that big, beautiful dick of yours inside them,” Estevao said salaciously. “Please, mestre, you must fuck me and fuck me hard. You may be as forceful with me as you wish. You must think only of your own pleasure. You may hurt me when you fuck me, if you desire. You can pretend you are raping my ass. All I ask is…I took the liberty, senhor Sebastien, when I unpacked your things for you, on that first day, of placing one of the many boxes of condoms and one of the tubes of lubricant that I found in your luggage, there, in the drawer of the night table beside the bed. You must put on a camisinha before you fuck me,” he stipulated, using the Portuguese word for condom, “and you must use some of the lubricant to make slippery that cock of yours, which I can see is the size of a horse’s, before you shove it in me. Please,” Estevao added, by way of a decided afterthought.

  “You sure talk a lot and issue a lot of instructions, for a guy who’s supposed to be such a submissive,” Sebastien grumbled as he fumbled in the drawer, found the box of condoms and the tube of lubricant, and tossed both items onto the bed. The old saying was obviously true—a man could have no secrets from his valet. Estevao had obviously gotten his number on that very first afternoon.

  “I am sorry, senhor. You may bind my wrists and gag me, if you wish.”

  “Um, that might be interesting. Maybe some other night. I’m too excited right now to want to play any games. I’m afraid I need to get right down to business. But I will give the possibility of dominating you some serious thought. For right now, though, I must admit that I enjoy a certain amount of dirty talk when I have sex,” Sebastien confessed. “From both of the parties involved.”

  “Good! I have already decided, mestre, how I want you to fuck me.” Estevao was already so excited that he was getting short of breath. “You will let me sit on your cock and ride it, mestre,” he urged, his voice tight with desire. “But first, sit up and let me put the rubber on you, and let me slick up your cock. I am your servant…I am your slave. You do not need to do such things for yourself. I am here to serve you.” Estevao was almost panting with excitement now. He could barely get the words out coherently. “Lie back,” he urged.

  As he spoke, Estevao rose to a half-sitting position, his thick, muscular legs parting so he could straddle Sebastien’s hips. Sebastien cooperated in the maneuver by lying flat on his back on the mattress, his hands stroking Estevao’s thighs.

  Estevao took the immense, jutting column of Sebastien’s cock in his fist and masturbated him lightly to tease him back into full, impatient erection. Sebastien was more than ready, and he stifled a faint groan of frustration.

  “Don’t be a prick teaser,” he whispered, s
taring up into Estevao’s smoldering black eyes. “Hurry!”

  Estevao smiled seductively as he reached for a condom, in its little foil packet. He tore the wrapper open quickly with his teeth, positioned the rolled-up rubber against the tip of Sebastien’s stiff penis, and began to unroll the latex sheath down around the throbbing column of steely-hard flesh. The rubber was translucent, and in the faint light of the bedroom Sebastien’s dark-flushed prick skin gleamed through it as though his cock had been dusted with powdered sugar. Estevao next applied a generous coating of lubricant to the overexcited tool.

  “Hurry,” Sebastien repeated. “I can’t wait to feel this thing of mine pounding in and out of your sweet ass, baby!”

  “I too have dreamt of this moment, senhor,” Estevao said, rather gallantly. He lifted his muscular butt high in the air and guided the head of his employer’s dick between his smooth-skinned thighs. “I want you in me!”

  He began to ease his body down onto Sebastien’s, gently nudging Sebastien’s thick cockhead against the puckered hole of his tight anus as he descended. Sebastien felt the tip of his throbbing hard-on pushing itself eagerly between the lips of Estevao’s ass mouth.

  Letting out a long moan of erotic abandon, Estevao let his weight sink down onto his fucker’s supine body. Sebastien gasped and his hips rose from the bed in an involuntary reaction when he felt all of his thick, blunt-tipped fuck tool sinking rapidly up into the heat and tightness of the young Brazilian stud’s narrow anal tunnel.

  Sebastien’s movement only made it easier for his partner to force the entire length of Sebastien’s potent virility deep into his body in a single reckless thrust. The two men’s bodies slammed together, Estevao’s buttocks impacting against the tops of Sebastien’s thighs. Their bodies were now locked together, bound the one to the other by the swollen hard-on that was now jammed all the way inside Estevao’s convulsing asshole.

  “Yes,” Estevao gasped. “Oh yes, this is what I want—this is how I want to be fucked!”

  He began to hump himself wildly up and down on Sebastien’s cock, scarcely allowing Sebastien to move under him, let alone thrust up into him.

  “You need not exert yourself, mestre,” Estevao said. “I will ride you. I will do all the work!”

  Sebastien was in no mood to protest. Happily, he lay back and allowed himself to be used, almost like a human dildo. He loved to see another man behave the way Estevao was acting now—wanton, free, openly and unashamedly sexual—his handsome features twisted into a seductive expression of pure, shameless lust. His body ground on top of Sebastien’s in the throes of fierce arousal, his head swaying, his ass cheeks clenching to keep Sebastien’s dick securely trapped between them as he fucked himself on its full rigid length.

  Soon, though, Sebastien abandoned his passivity and began to fuck Estevao in earnest, taking control of their sex. He worked his body expertly under Estevao’s to increase the pleasure for both of them, his male weapon gliding back and forth within the sheath of ass flesh. Estevao’s rear end seemed to melt into a pool of liquid fire around his dick as Sebastien fucked him more and more violently with each new thrust he made up into his guts!

  “Ah, you fuck me so well, senhor—so hard! I want you to fuck me. I want you to hurt me with your cock. I want to be your prisoner, mestre! I want to be helpless, unable to resist…so you can do whatever you want to do, to me!”

  “I don’t need your permission to do that,” Sebastien declared. He gave Estevao’s left ass cheek a resounding smack with the flat of his right hand. He remembered that day at the reservoir—the nude wrestling and kissing and sex play that had taken place between Estevao and Cristiano, and specifically, how Cristiano had slapped Estevao on the face—playfully, but in a way Estevao had obviously liked. Sebastien raised his left hand and smacked Estevao’s right cheek as well, for good measure, hitting it harder.

  “Ah!” Estevao gasped. “You are such a forceful mestre…so cruel…you must be very severe with me. You must punish me, if I do not obey you…you must hurt me!”

  “Be careful what you ask for,” Sebastien taunted, giving that tempting rump another, even harder slap, which stung his own palm.

  “Yes!” Estevao cried. “Beat me! Fuck me! Keep that big dick of yours in my ass and fuck me with it!”

  “Don’t you tell me what to do, you little bitch! I’m the boss around here, not you!”

  “Yes, mestre.” But the submissiveness in Estevao’s tone of voice was deceptive—and fleeting. Virtually in the next breath, he seemed to revert to power bottom mode. “Shove it in me—hard!” Estevao gritted when he felt the tip of the slippery hard-on rub especially forcefully against his anal rim, during one of Sebastien’s increasingly uncontrolled thrusts. “Just ram it right up into my shit hole, you norte-americano fucker! Rape my ass!”

  Sebastien groaned as he did what the other guy wanted. Estevao had spoken in Portuguese, using the kind of obscene slang that any big-city Brazilian street whore might use, and the dirty talk, as usual, acted as a spur to Sebastien’s lust. The valet, up to now, had usually addressed his employer with the utmost respect. This new and considerably more earthy side of his personality promised to be a highly congenial one—in bed, at least!

  “Deeper,” Estevao urged. “Deeper, harder!”

  “For a guy who’s supposed to be a submissive, you’re a mouthy, demanding little fuck.” Sebastien growled. “I can see I’m going to have to get rough with you, to keep you in line. You’d better be a good fuck. You’d better satisfy me. Otherwise…I’ll send you back to the bunkhouse, with the other men. And I’ll pick out another boy to be my valet, one with a hell of a lot less of a smart-ass, pushy attitude!”

  “No, senhor,” Estevao pleaded. “You will not want anyone to serve you except your Estevao. I will satisfy you, you will see. I will please you. No one will please you as I will!”

  “Well, you can start pleasing me right now, by keeping that hot ass of yours wide open for me to fuck!”

  But Sebastien knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer. Estevao was too good a fuck. His asshole was simply too damn hot!

  Estevao grunted as he guided Sebastien’s hands first to his buttocks to steady himself on top of the other man—then to his pecs, to pinch his tits—and then to his crotch, to fondle his own erect prick and cum-swollen nuts. All the while, he rocked back and forth on the fulcrum of Sebastien’s narrow hips.

  “Make me come, senhor,” Estevao pleaded. “Jerk my cock. Make me shoot when you do!”

  “You are an incredibly bossy little fucker,” Sebastien complained. But he did what Estevao wanted.

  They ejaculated in tandem, with Sebastien masturbating the young cowboy’s cock so roughly that he was afraid it would be chafed and sore the next morning. Not that Estevao seemed to mind. He exploded, showering Sebastien’s face and chest, and the adjacent areas of the bed sheets, with his semen. Sebastien came, too, unloading deep inside that thoroughly fucked ass, his sperm contained by the condom.

  Gasping for breath from the intensity of his climax, Estevao tumbled forward and let his fucker catch him in his arms, pressing his limp, trembling body against Sebastien’s chest. Estrevao’s ass finally slowed its clenching and unclenching around Sebastien’s embedded cock, and relaxed its grip on him. The two men kissed.

  Sebastien began to calm down, his pounding heartbeat slowing to a more normal pace as he lay in Estevao’s embrace. His dick began to get smaller and softer inside Estevao, until the other man’s relaxing ass relinquished it and Sebastien slipped his weary tool out of that tight butt. He peeled the condom off his cock, tied a knot in it, and deposited it on the nightstand.

  “Estevao, you’re even more multi-talented than I’d given you credit for,” Sebastien joked.

  “Did I please you?” Estevao asked softly.

  “Oh yes. I really got off on it.”

  “I am glad, senhor.” Estevao gave him another kiss. “I do not think you will be sending me to the bunkhouse, senho
r,” he said smugly. “Not for a while, anyway. Am I correct?”

  “You’re incorrigible, Estevao. But I suppose it would be a waste of time and energy to go to the trouble of breaking in a new valet, when the one I already have is so very…competent.”

  Estevao laughed, with an unrestrained, boyish glee. “I am much more than competent, senhor,” he bragged. “You will see.”

  “I’m too sleepy to argue, Estevao. I concede the point. You are a very hot man, a very hot number, as we say in English.”

  “And you, senhor Sebastien, if I may say so without offense…Vocé é foda!” Sebastien knew that slang expression—it literally meant you are a fuck, and it could be used as either an insult or a compliment. He assumed Estevao intended it in the latter sense.

  Estevao sat up and began to draw the mosquito netting aside, searching for the gap where the sheer curtains overlapped when they were closed.

  “Where are you going, Estevao?”

  “To my own bed.”

  “Don’t. Stay here. Sleep with me.”

  “But I must get up early in the morning, senhor, to go about my duties. I would not like to disturb you.”

  “Your duty is to do as I say. Right now, your duty is here. Sleep with me.”

  “We will compromise, senhor. I will stay with you until you fall asleep.”

  “So now you’re the one who gives the orders, is that it? And I must obey?”

  “Yes.” Estevao spoke in that flat, declarative way he so often had, which did not invite discussion. “I know what is best for you.” But he softened the statement by reaching out and giving Sebastien a little caress, his palm sliding over Sebastien’s sweaty chest and shoulder. “Sleep now, mestre,” the valet urged in a whisper, lying back down beside Sebastien and moving his hand to Sebastien’s face, caressing his cheek with the same soothing light pressure. “Sleep, and do not concern yourself with anything else. I do know what is best for you, you will see. I will care for you.” Estevao hesitated. “Already—if you will permit me to say so—I think I love you.”