Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “Well, I ain’t talking about baking the dude a cake. I leave that sort of thing to the cook. No, I figure it’s my job to break a new man in. Help him to relax and get comfortable being around a lot of other men. A lot of horny men,” John Wayne specified. “Let’s face it, we all have our needs. And in a small town like this in the middle of nowhere, a man who likes to play around with other men doesn’t have that many options. You follow me so far?”

  “Sure. I mean—I guess I do.”

  “My way of breaking in a new man is simple. I fuck his ass.”

  “Do you?” Vaughn replied, automatically.

  “You bet I do.”

  “And the guy. Does he always let you do it to him?”

  “He does, if he wants to keep his job.” Seeing Vaughn’s facial expression, John Wayne let out a short, terse, but contemptuous-sounding laugh. “I know what you’re thinking. Well, let me tell you something, boy. This ain’t the big city. I don’t want to be bothered hearing the words sexual harassment coming out of your mouth. I’m the boss here. I do the hiring and the firing. What I say, goes. If you want to work here, then you’d better learn to play along and stay on my good side.”

  Vaughn was a realist—and, in all probability, somewhat of a pessimist and a cynic, as well. He’d been around enough to know better than to expect to receive something for nothing.

  Perhaps if John Wayne Kearney had been repulsive to him, Vaughn might’ve resented the position in which the foreman was putting him, and the far-from-subtle pressure the man was applying. But John Wayne was a virile, ruggedly handsome man. Vaughn was attracted to him—sexually attracted to him. Vaughn was being coerced into doing something he was in fact only too willing to give a try.

  John Wayne seemed to interpret Vaughn’s silence as acquiescence, or at least as a lack of overt resistance.

  “So tell me,” the foreman asked. “What have you done up to now? I mean, sexually,” he added, not giving Vaughn a chance to play dumb.

  “I don’t know.” Vaughn made a nervous shrug. “I’ve jacked off, of course. Everybody does.”

  “Have you ever done it with a buddy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “We both came.”

  “What else?”

  “I’ve had my dick sucked.”

  “By who?”

  Vaughn shrugged again. “Guys who picked me up. They were older than me, mostly. They got off on it. They swallowed my stuff.”

  “I bet you got off on it, too. Shooting your load down some horny cocksucker’s throat. Have you ever sucked a cock?”

  “Hell, no!” Even as he uttered the blatant lie, Vaughn was surprised by how readily it sprang to his lips.

  Maybe if John Wayne thought he was a comparative novice, the man would lose interest and leave him alone.

  John Wayne laughed. “You sound awfully defensive about it. I’ve got news for you, my friend. Real men do suck cock. And you’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Wondered what it’d feel like to go down on a big, fat hard-on—slurp away on it—feel it sliding in and out of your mouth. And then having it shoot off, giving you a mouthful of another guy’s hot cum. Yeah, you’ve beat off in your bunk at night, haven’t you, trying to imagine what a dick would feel like in your mouth?”

  “No,” Vaughn protested, although his voice didn’t sound very convincing, even to his own ears. “No, I haven’t thought about any such thing!”

  “Have it your own way.” John Wayne looked and sounded amused. “But tonight’s your lucky night. I’m going to give you a chance to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do with another man—and maybe a few things you haven’t thought about ever doing, too! And believe me, kid—you’re going to enjoy every minute of it. They all do. They always come back to me for more. Begging me for more!”

  “I won’t beg.”

  “No? We’ll see. I think that’s enough talk, for now. So,” John Wayne pressed, “it’s time for you to make up your mind. Do you want to fuck around, or don’t you?”

  “I don’t know,” Vaughn blurted out, stalling for time. “It’s not like you’re giving me much of a choice.”

  “No, I’m not,” John Wayne said, bluntly.

  “It’s kind of unfair.”

  “Who told you life was fair?”

  Vaughn decided to attempt to negotiate. “All right. You can blow me, if you want to. But I’m not going to blow you. And I’m sure as hell not going to let you stick your cock up my ass. I don’t do that kind of nasty stuff. I don’t get fucked.”

  “Jesus! It is your first time, isn’t it? You’re still a virgin when it comes to men, huh? Oral and anal?”

  Vaughn’s pretense of inexperience appeared to have backfired. John Wayne looked and sounded very eager now, as though the thought of breaking in a virgin appealed to him. But now that he’d come up with the lie, Vaughn was stuck with it.

  “I can’t help it. And everybody’s a virgin before his first time—isn’t he?” he asked.

  The foreman grinned. He had a very seductive grin, when he chose to display it. “I suppose you’ve got a point, there. I can remember my first time. Years ago! I was nervous, too. But I sure got over it fast! So, how about it? Do you want to lose that cherry of yours?”

  “I might as well, as long as I’m here.” Vaughn spoke with a nonchalance he was in fact far from feeling. What he could feel was himself trembling.

  “Good. It’s all right,” John Wayne said soothingly, as he rose from his chair, came over to Vaughn’s, reached out, and touched him on the shoulder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me ever since you came here. Checking me out. Staring at my crotch and my ass. Oh, don’t bother to deny it, boy,” John Wayne scoffed, before Vaughn could protest. “I don’t mind. I like it, as a matter of fact. I knew all along that we’d end up in bed together, sooner or later. Come on, sexy. Let’s start making up for all that lost time.”

  If Vaughn had been stunned before, by then he was thunderstruck. John Wayne, the big, rough, self-confident ranch foreman, wasn’t just gay. He thought that Vaughn was sexy!

  “We can get naked and fool around right now, if you want to,” John Wayne suggested. “I can think of all sorts of things I’d like to teach you!”

  Vaughn knew that the other man wasn’t just a handsome dude with a great body and an infectious grin. He was an incarnation of Satan himself, tempting Vaughn! Unfortunately, Vaughn had never had much will power when it came to resisting temptation. And especially not when the temptation coincided with his own innermost, secret longings.

  Still shaking, he couldn’t say anything. But John Wayne correctly interpreted his silence as assent.

  “This way,” John Wayne said, leading Vaughn through the door which led to the bedroom. “We’ll be a lot more comfortable in here.” He closed and locked the door behind them.

  The unmade bed was waiting for them. The lamp on the nightstand was turned down low.

  Vaughn bit his lip. Son-of-a-bitch! He planned the seduction, ahead of time! He must’ve been pretty damn sure of himself. Sure I’d end up giving in to him.

  “Take off your clothes, Vaughn,” John Wayne whispered, his hands moving down to unzip his pants. Within seconds, his huge, erect cock was protruding from his open fly, aimed in Vaughn’s direction like a heat-seeking missile. “Come on,” he insisted, sounding impatient now. “Quit being such a goddamn little prick teaser. Get naked. Now.”

  That was the start of the wildest night Vaughn had ever experienced up to then. In retrospect, he realized that it was the first time he’d really given himself to another man, without guilt or inhibition, holding nothing back.

  At the time, though, Vaughn didn’t grasp the full implications of the experience. All he could think about—and of course he was thinking none too coherently—was how masculine and sexy John Wayne was, how excited he was, and how desperately he wanted to plea
se him.

  Both men stripped.

  “Why don’t we start with a little body worship?” John Wayne suggested.

  “Huh?” Vaughn was still so impossibly naïve that he truly had no idea what John Wayne was talking about.

  “I want you to use your tongue on every part of my body,” the foreman told him. “Everywhere—I want you to lick and suck me everywhere. You can start with my feet. They’re all hot and sweaty from being inside my boots all day. They could use some loving.”

  Vaughn grimaced. “That’s disgusting.”

  “Just do it.”

  Vaughn did it. It sounded daring, forbidden. He swabbed John Wayne’s large bare feet with his tongue, tickling his soles, darting his tongue into the spaces between his toes. Then, following the foreman’s instructions, Vaughn sucked his toes inside his mouth.

  “Lick it as though you like it,” John Wayne told him. “It tastes good, doesn’t it?”

  His skin did taste good. Vaughn had developed a raging hard-on, and he had to resist the urge to masturbate as his mouth worked on the other man’s feet, making love to them.

  Next, John Wayne directed Vaughn’s attention to his armpits.

  “Sniff and lick my sweaty pits,” he commanded. “Suck them!”

  Vaughn obeyed. The strong salty smell and taste of those armpits was as potent as any drug he might have inhaled. He felt giddy with pleasure—and his cock throbbed even more agonizingly as it jutted straight up from his groin.

  “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” John Wayne crooned. “Oh, that’s a good little whore boy! Now my cock. Get that mouth of yours down on my dick. Suck me,” he insisted, when Vaughn hesitated. “You know you want to! And I want to feel my prick get hard in your mouth.”

  Get hard? It already looked good and hard to Vaughn.

  Vaughn was afraid that if John Wayne’s cock got any bigger than it already was once it hardened, he might never be able to get it out of his mouth. Not without choking on it first, certainly! But, recklessly, he leaned forward and caught the throbbing glans between his lips. The cock and balls smelled and tasted of sweat.

  Balancing himself with his left hand resting on John Wayne’s right leg, Vaughn lifted the heavy arc of the other man’s cock until the swollen glans was even with his lips. Held in place by its own surface tension, a honey-colored pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Not yet exerting any suction, Vaughn parted his lips and let his tongue roll forward to lap up the amber bead from the slit of the glans. John Wayne’s thick thigh tensed against Vaughn’s open palm as Vaughn’s lips spread the slickness over his cock head. With outstretched tongue Vaughn painted the glistening fluid, a blend of John Wayne’s seeping juices and Vaughn’s own saliva, over the swelling head of the erection.

  “Come on, quit teasing me. Quit fucking around. Suck that dick. Let’s go. Suck it!” John Wayne insisted, his hands coming up to rest on Vaughn’s shoulders.

  Vaughn’s tongue rolled hotly forward, the tip wriggling into the slit in the glans. Then his tongue retreated, the flat of cradling John Wayne’s heavy cock knob against its wet, slippery surface as Vaughn stretched his lips obscenely wide open to engulf the entire mass of prick flesh. As he felt the penis hardening within his mouth he stroked back and forth along the underside of the dick with the hot furrow of his tongue, holding it at the point of deepest penetration for as long as he dared without being forced to gag.

  “Yeah, you got yourself a nice big mouthful of cock, don’t you?” John Wayne taunted him. “Don’t stop, though. Take it all. I don’t mind you choking on it. Get that hot cocksucking mouth of yours all the way down on that dick. Suck the hell out of it!”

  He used both of his hands to hold Vaughn’s head in place in front of his crotch while he force-fed Vaughn the full length of his erection. Vaughn had no choice except to learn how to suck it—all of it, every thick, inflexible inch!

  “Swallow it,” John Wayne told him. “Deep-throat the motherfucker!”

  He continued to coach Vaughn through the process.

  “Open up,” he urged the young ranch hand. “Open wide. Yeah, that’s right. That’s the way. Let my meat slide right down your throat. Take it all. Swallow it! Choke on it, if you have to, but suck it. Suck it and suck it good. Make my hot, dirty dick feel good. Just your lips, bitch. I don’t want to feel your teeth on me. Keep your lips over your teeth, and work your mouth up and down on my dick. Don’t just suck it. Worship it! Make love to that fucking cock of mine, like it’s the only thing that matters to you in the world.”

  When he finally did ease up on the pressure of his hands, and let Vaughn back away from his cock, it was fully hard and glistening wet with Vaughn’s saliva.

  John Wayne pulled Vaughn up to stand beside him and Vaughn thought, for a moment, that he was going to kiss him. John Wayne put his hand on the back of Vaughn’s neck and pulled him forward. But, instead of kissing Vaughn, the foreman just backed onto the bed and lay down, pulling Vaughn’s head down to his crotch again as he did so.

  “Get back to work,” he said, his voice terse.

  Vaughn crawled onto the bed between John Wayne’s legs and, when he hesitated about sucking his boss again, John Wayne guided his cock against Vaughn’s lips with one hand and pressed down on the back of his head with the other.

  “Suck me a little more,” John Wayne said, his tone of voice not quite that of a request. “You’re starting to get the hang of it. Don’t worry. When I’m done with you, you’ll be one hell of a first-class cocksucker.”

  Those were prophetic words, as things turned out!

  As though deprived of his own will power, Vaughn let John Wayne guide him back down onto his dick. Vaughn’s mouth and throat were soon stretched open again by the choking bulk of that big probe. Vaughn had already begun to experiment. He rolled his mouth from side-to-side around the length of John Wayne’s erection, his lips sliding in half circles as he corkscrewed the head of the prick deeper into his throat. He could feel the hard-on forcing the muscles of his throat open, stretching them to accommodate its thickness. And yet Vaughn couldn’t quite swallow the cock in the way John Wayne obviously wanted him to. The man’s fucking of his face triggered his gag reflex, and Vaughn retched several times in rapid succession.

  “Take it, you little cunt,” John Wayne barked at him. “What do you think you’re here for? You’re here to take care of my fucking cock. You slut. You hot-mouthed, cocksucking slut! Swallow that meat of mine. You know you want it. You know you like it. Yeah, we both know what you like—what you are.”

  At last, when John Wayne no doubt realized that Vaughn could endure no more, he relented. He pulled his cock free from Vaughn’s mouth, and Vaughn gratefully sucked air down into his burning lungs. While Vaughn caught his breath, he stared at the other man’s erection, which was still stabbing at his face, only inches away from him. Vaughn stuck his tongue out from between his panting lips and licked the cock head. Another thick drop of pre-cum emerged from the pouting piss slit, and Vaughn lapped it up eagerly. The salty taste seemed to sear his tongue like a tiny, white-hot branding iron!

  John Wayne, too, was panting for breath, and his skin was flushed and beaded with sweat. After resting for a moment, he took hold of Vaughn with his big hands, grasping Vaughn under his armpits and pulled him up beside him on the bed. He deftly flipped Vaughn over and arranged him face down on the bed, with his arms at his sides. Vaughn let out a gasp when the foreman grasped him by the waist and rolled over on top of him. John Wayne’s muscular body was very heavy as it came down on Vaughn’s, pressing him down onto the mattress. His abdomen was jammed snugly into the small of Vaughn’s back, and the thick log of his penis was now cradled between the cheeks of Vaughn’s ass. He dry-humped Vaughn—rubbing his dick back and forth in the groove separating his buttocks.

  “Get ready to open that hole for me,” John Wayne warned Vaughn, gruffly.

  He’s going to fuck me! Vaughn was afraid that it would hurt—
and yet he already knew that he wanted John Wayne to put his cock inside him, no matter what it cost him.

  John Wayne reached under one of the pillows on the bed, pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant, and tossed them onto the mattress beside Vaughn.

  “We’re going to need those,” he said, in the same no-nonsense tone of voice.

  John Wayne wasn’t quite ready to fuck Vaughn yet, though. At least not with his prick it seemed.

  Vaughn tensed up when he felt John Wayne press the tip of his index finger against the pucker of his ass hole. John Wayne pushed his finger inside Vaughn, who could feel his sphincter muscle tighten around the invader. John Wayne buried his finger in him up to the third knuckle, rotating it around inside Vaughn, stretching his hole. Moaning, Vaughn forced himself to relax and accept the penetration.

  “That’s right, boy.” This time John Wayne spoke in an oddly gentle, almost crooning tone of voice. “You open up and you take that finger up your ass. Um, that’s a sweet little hole you’ve got there. It’s nice and tight. I can tell already that you’re going to be a good fuck.”

  “Don’t hurt me,” Vaughn begged.

  “Who said anything about hurting you? I only hurt guys when they ask to be hurt. When they beg for it. But you might be surprised by how many men do just that. It’s because they’ve learned that a little pain can increase their pleasure. Relax.”

  Vaughn tried his best to relax. It wasn’t easy with that finger probing his anus.

  When Vaughn had stopped resisting the insertion, John Wayne worked a second finger in beside the first, pushing them both in and out of Vaughn with a regular, long stroke. Vaughn already felt fully stretched. John Wayne’s fingers were unusually large, blunt-tipped, and calloused from years of hard work. It really astonished Vaughn when the man was able to work a third finger into his ass alongside the other two. In all probably, John Wayne had enough experience screwing other men to know that if he didn’t prepare Vaughn with this kind of ass play, he would never be able to get his cock into him.

  He eased his fingers out of Vaughn’s hole, and retrieved the condom he’d placed on the bed. He tore open the little square package and pulled out the rubber, which he quickly unrolled down over his dick. Then he picked up the tube of lubricant.