Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  Vaughn, not being the type who ever held a grudge for long, let the man pull the rubber from his prick and go down on him. He was a good cocksucker, who bathed Vaughn’s penis in his saliva. His oral lovemaking quickly brought Vaughn’s depleted organ back to life.

  “Turn around,” the big guy said, after pulling his drooling lips off Vaughn’s revived erection. “I want to suck your ass!”

  “I’ll sit on your face,” Vaughn suggested. “We’ll do it that way.”

  “Yeah!”

  The other man started to rise from his knees, but then, clumsily, he swayed to one side and toppled over onto his back on the floor, kicking his legs out from under him. Vaughn was less stoned, and therefore he was faster, more agile, and more coordinated in his movements. He literally dived onto the guy’s broad shoulders and massive, hairy chest, and knocked him flat on the floor.

  He sat on the man’s face and grabbed his wrists, pinning his arms down on the floorboards while he ground his buttocks into the hulking number’s nose and mouth.

  “Suck my ass if you want it so fucking bad,” Vaughn said. “Rim it, goddamn you, and rim it good.” Almost to his surprise, the man’s lips pressed themselves firmly and eagerly into his hairy anal cleft. Then they parted and kissed his ass hole. A hot, wet tongue plunged up through his sphincter ring and began to lick the inner lining of his ass, passionately.

  “That’s right. Get your tongue in there, where your cock was a minute ago. Eat it! Eat my ass, you bastard,” Vaughn repeated, hoarsely.

  One of the other guests had a bottle of poppers in his hand. He offered it to Vaughn, who had no way of knowing if it was the same bottle he had inhaled from before, or a different one. He sniffed the amyl, and once again heat rushed through his body—and it seemed to concentrate itself, this time, in his ass, which tingled in response to the steady swabbing it was receiving from the rimmer’s tongue.

  Lewd desire overwhelmed him, and he rode the guy’s face, the poppers enhancing his pleasure at being rimmed so well. He reached down and pinched the guy’s big nipples, and the tongue wormed up higher into his anus and moved around inside it even more eagerly.

  “Kiss my ass and make it feel good, you fucker. Suck that ass. Rim it, and rim it good!” Vaughn shouted.

  Orgiastic cries and grunts seemed to fill the interior of the bedroom all around him. Several of the men stopped fucking and sucking, virtually in mid-stroke, so that they could come over and watch Vaughn’s display of sadistic dominance. The exceptions were those who were already too far gone toward orgasm to be able to stop—or those who didn’t give a damn who was being rimmed, or by whom, because they were preoccupied by their own sex acts.

  One couple, though, was putting on a sex show to rival that of Vaughn and his current partner. A big number who might have been the twin of Vaughn’s rimmer hammered his oversized manhood in and out of the upturned ass of a much smaller guy. The smaller guy was spread-eagled on the floor, groaning and clawing at the wooden floorboards, while a third man knelt in front of him and, masturbating, rubbed his spurting cum all over the fuckee’s face and mouth and hair.

  “Take that load!” he instructed the prone guy, as he administered the facial to him.

  As Vaughn sat on the face of the big, butch number under him, who was eating his ass nonstop, he suddenly saw a naked body loom in front of him. Through the haze of the poppers which someone kept giving him, Vaughn gave the newcomer the once-over—and immediately he felt twice as horny.

  The man had one of the most symmetrical bodies Vaughn had ever seen. He had broad expansive shoulders, his torso sloping down toward his hips as though nature intended that part of his physique to point dramatically to the proud apex of his body—a huge cock jutting out between his legs. He had a big chest with large round nipples, and well-proportioned arms and legs. His waist was not unnaturally cinched in, the way some bodybuilders’ were, but was solid and trim, balancing the rest of the physique. His balls were weighty-looking, and they hung almost as low as his prick tip.

  So preoccupied was Vaughn with taking in the inventory of the body, that he looked up at the face almost as an afterthought. But the man was handsome, with chestnut hair, bright blue eyes, and a small Van Dyke beard with just a tuft of hair under his lower lip.

  He smiled at Vaughn—who knew at once that there was his next sex partner of the evening.

  “Hi,” the man said. “We haven’t had a chance to introduce ourselves to each other yet. I’m Barnett. Darren and I are neighbors. I own a farm right down the road.”

  “I’m Vaughn. Pleased to meet you. Let me suck you off,” Vaughn added, with his next breath.

  The handsome young farmer stepped toward him and, straddling the body of the guy who was still rimming Vaughn, he offered his cock to Vaughn’s eagerly opened lips. Vaughn licked Barnett’s thighs and balls for a moment before he actually went down on him, opening his mouth wide and sucking the head of that big, juicy hard-on deep inside, drawing on it as though it was some exotic type of life support system, without which he could no longer survive in his overheated, sexed-up condition.

  Vaughn couldn’t hold out any longer. The tongue in his ass was riming him with tireless devotion. It felt fantastic, but it was also making his anus extremely horny, eager to be fucked by the thick cock which Barnett now had crammed into his mouth. After a few more ecstatic sucks, Vaughn reluctantly pulled his lips off the organ and stood up, denying his rimmer access to his ass, only to get back down on his hands and knees, lying on top of the guy who’d been eating his ass. He offered his buttocks shamelessly to the hung farmer.

  “Fuck me, Barnett,” he begged, adding a verbal invitation to his eloquent body language.

  Wildly aroused by then, Vaughn experienced only a searing pleasure unlike few delights he had ever known when the stud’s cock, covered by a condom and smeared with lube, slid deep into his ass hole and began to fuck him like a pile driver. And the feelings became twice as intense when Vaughn’s erstwhile ass licker began to suck his cock, instead.

  Vaughn stopped feeling ashamed of his desires and surrendered himself totally to the ecstasy of being brutally, thoroughly fucked by that potent young cock, while his own meat was worked on by a hot, wet mouth and throat. His dick throbbed in the rimmer’s throat, dangerously close to erupting in a shower of sperm. Burning heat spread through his rectum as the farmer’s cock stabbed deep into him, again and again.

  Then, like so many corks being popped from the necks of champagne bottles, all three men came together, one orgasm triggering another and merging with it. They blasted their cum onto and into one another’s shuddering bodies.

  Chapter Four: Racked and Reamed Out

  Vaughn was drunk and stoned.

  He’d consumed a great deal of alcohol, and he’d also snorted plenty of poppers, to say nothing of swallowing a mystery pill which one of the other guests had offered him. It was stupid and irresponsible to have taken a drug without knowing what it was. Belatedly, he promised himself that he wouldn’t be so reckless again.

  “I’m high,” he confessed to Darren, when, by pure chance, he happened to run into his host—literally, as their virtually nude bodies collided. “Really high!”

  His host laughed. “No problem. You’ve got plenty of company. I won’t let you drive in your condition. Plan on spending the night. And I’ll make you guys brunch, in the morning.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  “No problem. Now, come with me.”

  “Where?”

  “Into the next room. We’ve got a little entertainment going in there,” Darren announced. “A demonstration.”

  “A sex demonstration?” Vaughn guessed.

  “You’ve got it.”

  Vaughn dutifully followed Darren into one of the other upstairs bedrooms.

  Several men were crowded into the room, with expectant looks on their faces.

  Grant and Chip were busying themselves in the middle of the room,
pushing a wheeled coat rack in front of them and putting it in place near the foot of the bed.

  But Vaughn saw that it was no ordinary coat rack. It was oversized, made from steel pipes screwed together, and it looked very heavy. It had collars all the way across the top bar. These could be slid about then screwed down, and from each of them dangled a hefty hook.

  Grant and Chip stopped in the middle of the room, and they crouched down to lower the rack’s bottom braces to the floor. The braces protruded far out in front and back of each vertical pipe, and they locked into place. Grant tested the rack by giving it a good shake. It barely budged. Obviously, the damn thing wouldn’t tip over, even if somebody decided to use it to perform chin-ups, or swung back and forth from the top bar.

  Vaughn also saw that the rack was equipped with wrist and ankle restraints, leather cuffs with fleece linings and buckles. Chip positioned himself with his arms and legs spread in an X pattern, and he allowed Grant to secure his wrists and ankles in the cuffs.

  “Shit,” the blond boy exclaimed, gazing out at the crowd of horny onlookers. “Now you guys can do anything you damn well want to do to me!”

  “Damn right, boy,” Grant gloated. “Your ass is ours!”

  “Don’t hurt me,” Chip whimpered.

  “Aw, shut the fuck up,” Grant retorted. “We’ll hurt you as much as we want, bitch. You’ll take it—and you’ll like it.”

  Grant next produced an object which resembled an exceptionally large dildo. But it had a power cord attached to its end, which Grant plugged into a wall socket. He flipped a switch on the device. Instantly, it began to vibrate, emitting a loud hum.

  “Fuck,” Chip said, as he stared at the throbbing dildo in Grant’s hand. “You’re going to have to grease that thing up before you put it in me!”

  “Your whore ass ought to be able to take it—dry,” Grant declared.

  “No. God, no! Grease it up. Please!”

  As he spoke, Chip tugged at his wrist and ankle restraints. He couldn’t free himself.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” Grant taunted him. “You’re going to stay there, and get fucked. Hold still. Don’t move. Here it comes—!”

  “No,” Chip begged, closing his eyes and tensing up his whole body.

  “Yes,” Grant retorted, taunting him. “Oh, yes.”

  Grant worked the tip of the vibrator against Chip’s anal pucker and held it there. He pressed it against the aperture, but gently, teasing the other man. The device was just touching Chip’s sphincter muscle, but it was obviously having an effect on him. Chip squirmed and tugged at his bonds, and his breath was coming hard and fast. His eyes were wide open, but he didn’t really seem to be aware of the presence of the other men in the room. His mouth was open, too, as though he was trying to yell. He didn’t cry out, though. He just emitted deep groans.

  It looked as though Grant was pushing harder with the anal probe. It began to penetrate Chip’s vulnerable ass hole, inch by thick, inflexible inch. Soon Grant had it buried inside Chip’s anus all the way to the base. Chip’s pelvis thrashed forward and backward within the frame of the rack. He was for all practical purposes fucking himself on the vibrator. All Grant really had to do was stand behind him and hold it steady while Chip rode it.

  “How does that feel, Chip?” Darren asked.

  Chip let out another loud groan before he replied. “Incredible, man! It’s like the biggest dick in the world shoved up my ass. And it’s moving around inside me. It’s throbbing. And it’s hot. It burns! God, it feels like my hole’s on fire!”

  All of a sudden, his body stiffened. He thrust himself forward as far as his restraints allowed him to go, and his muscles all stood out hard and taut. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth. His eyes bulged in their sockets. A fierce tremor rippled through his whole body and made his flesh quiver. Sweat dripped from his skin.

  Several of the other men moved closer to study Chip’s intense facial expression and physical tremors.

  “He’s going to come,” one of the spectators diagnosed—correctly, as things turned out.

  Chip cried out, “Aw, fuck! Fucking hell! Oh, shove that goddamn thing in and out of my ass, Grant, you dirty son-of-a-bitch! I’m going to shoot. I’m coming!”

  He jerked violently, several times, as though his naked body was a whip being snapped. And then his cock spurted out its jism, in arc after arc of thick white fluid. The semen flew high up into the air before it lost its velocity and splattered down onto the floor.

  “Fuck!” Chip screamed.

  When he had stopped ejaculating, Grant pulled the vibrator out of his butt. Chip sagged, dangling from his bound wrists. His head fell forward, and his sweaty hair flopped down over his face. His mouth drooped open, slackly as he panted for breath. The only thing about him which wasn’t limp was his penis. Still fully erect, it dripped a final trickle of semen from its tip.

  “Want me to untie you?” Grant asked.

  “No,” Chip whispered. “Hell, no! Not yet. I want the real thing in me, this time. I want to get fucked!”

  Grinning, Grant turned off the vibrator and set it down.

  “Somebody hand me a rubber and some lube,” he said. “Thanks,” he added, when one of the guests immediately gave him what he’d asked for.

  Deftly, Grant unrolled the condom down over his stiff cock and coated the latex with a swipe of the lubricant. Then he took up a position standing right behind Chip. Grasping Chip’s hips with both of his hands, Grant pressed his gloved and greased hard-on between the other guy’s buttocks and penetrated his manhole. Relaxed by the reaming-out it had just received from the vibrator, Chip’s ass yielded. With one strong thrust, Grant buried himself all the way inside the other man’s body.

  “Fuck me,” Chip moaned, moving his pelvis back and forth again, to ride the cock planted deep within his anus. “Fuck me hard! And come. Come in my ass!”

  Mesmerized, Vaughn watched the two men fucking.

  Darren stood behind him, embracing him from behind. Darren’s stiff prick pressed itself into the groove between Vaughn’s buttocks.

  “I’d like to do that to you,” Darren whispered, his breath hot and moist against Vaughn’s ear. “Yeah—as soon as Grant’s done fucking that twink Chip, I’d like to strap you to that rack and shove my dick up your ass. And fuck you, cowboy, while you can’t resist. While you can’t do a damn thing to stop me from taking your ass!”

  “Do it,” Vaughn moaned. “Fuck me, man. Tie me up and fuck me. As soon as they’re done, tie me up and fuck me, right here in front of all these other guys. I want it. I need it!”

  “I’ll fuck you,” Darren promised. “And then, when I’m done with you, I’ll leave you tied up on that rack. I’ll let them all nail you, one after another. One hot, hard dick after another, shoved up your ass, while I watch.”

  “Do it,” Vaughn begged. “Let them have me. Let them fuck me. All of them, man. All of them!”

  Chapter Five: Humping the Host—Among Others

  When the men finally freed his wrists and ankles from the rack, Vaughn slumped down onto the bedroom floor. He was drenched in sweat and cum. Breathing hard, he stared about him with dazed eyes. Not trusting his legs to work just yet, he rested for a few minutes before he summoned the energy to stand up.

  Darren smiled at him. “Are you all right?”

  “I guess so,” Vaughn said.

  “Maybe we were a little too rough on you.”

  “Nothing I didn’t ask for. Nothing I didn’t want. But right now, I’m drained,” Vaughn admitted. “Totally fucked out.”

  “Yeah, but that’s sort of the idea behind these get-togethers of mine. As long as you’re having a good time.”

  “Oh, the best.”

  “Then that’s what’s important.”

  Vaughn’s throat felt dry—perhaps as a result of all the yelling he’d been doing during the past half hour or so. He had vivid, slightly shameful memories of
hearing his own voice shouting fuck me, fuck me over and over again. First while he’d been willingly violated by that goddamn plug-in dildo then while a succession of men used his ass to satisfy their flesh-and-blood dicks.

  “I need a drink,” he mumbled. “No more alcohol, though.”

  “Come on downstairs,” Darren invited him.

  He led Vaughn down the stairs and into the kitchen.

  “What’s your pleasure?” he asked.

  “Just let me have a glass of tap water.”

  “Oh, I think we can do better than that.” Opening the refrigerator, Darren pulled out two plastic bottles of water. He handed one to Vaughn. “Think I’ll join you. I’ve just about reached my booze limit for one night, myself. It’s important to keep yourself hydrated when you’re sweating so much—and losing so many other body fluids,” Darren added with a sly grin. “Hey, I’m going to step outside, to stretch my legs and get a breath of fresh air. Come with me, if you want.”

  “All right, but maybe we ought to find something to cover up with first.”

  “There’s no reason to. Nobody can see us out there on the back porch from the main road.”

  They passed through the back door of the house. A few of the other guests were gathered outside, taking a break from the sexual activities going on inside the house. They were smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, or passing a bottle of liquor back and forth. Grant and the Canadian guy from Calgary, whose name Vaughn had forgotten, were among them, talking and laughing in undertones. No one had bothered to put on any clothing.

  Grant greeted Vaughn. “How’s your butt feel, cowboy?”

  “Like it’s been reamed out by a baseball bat,” Vaughn admitted, ruefully. “No—make that by a telephone pole.”

  Grant snickered. “Sounds like you enjoyed being cuffed to the rack. What’d you think of the vibrating dildo?”

  “Call me a technophobe, but I still think I prefer flesh-and-blood dicks. And plenty of them.”