Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “For God’s sake, use plenty of that,” Vaughn pleaded.

  “Don’t worry, kid,” John Wayne promised, as he slicked himself up. “I’ll get it good and slippery before I put it in you.”

  “I’m still not sure I can take that big thing of yours up my ass.”

  “Well, you’re going to. It’s a little late to back out now.” There was a bluntness in John Wayne’s tone of voice which Vaughn didn’t find reassuring. “Take my word for it,” he added, cynically. “Once it’s in you, you won’t be able to get enough of it.”

  They got into the position which John Wayne wanted, both men lying on their sides, with Vaughn’s back turned to John Wayne. At first the bigger man merely lay there beside Vaughn, with his crotch pushed forward against Vaughn’s behind so that Vaughn felt only the slight pressure and heat of the solid cock head nudging between his buttocks and touching the entrance of his ass. Vaughn had expected and feared that John Wayne would slam his dick into him without any warning and without any mercy.

  Instead, the entrance of the cock into his ass was mercifully slow. It was also burning hot and intensely erotic. As frightened as he was, Vaughn wanted it. Desperately!

  John Wayne slid his left hand around Vaughn and grasped a handful of his right pectoral muscle. Vaughn could feel John Wayne’s fingernails digging into the skin of his chest, but Vaughn was so completely enveloped by the bulk of the other man’s body that he couldn’t have stopped him had he wanted to. When Vaughn began to resign himself to the certainty that John Wayne would eventually impale him with the hard, hot bludgeon of his erection, the thick knob of the cock head began to ease itself into him. It felt as though John Wayne was reaming him a new ass hole, as though his flesh was being bored into by the cylindrical branding iron of that massive shaft. Each time Vaughn felt John Wayne’s fingernails digging into his chest, he squirmed back against the fuck pole that was opening him up to the inevitable invasion of his shuddering bowel.

  When Vaughn felt the taut ring of his sphincter muscle slide over the flange of John Wayne’s glans, he knew that the worst must be over, even though the shaft of the prick was of scarcely lesser diameter than its crown. He groaned a little with a strange combination of discomfort, resignation—and satisfaction, at having successfully taken John Wayne inside him even that far. Vaughn hadn’t thought it possible that his tortured sphincter could be stretched to accommodate a fuck tool as big around as his own wrist!

  Now that the head of it was inside him, the incredible stretching sensation Vaughn had felt seemed to subside, turning into a feeling of intense chafing heat. But the lingering pain he was feeling was a small price to pay for the intoxicating pleasure of having the muscular giant cram his ass with his colossal prong.

  Vaughn lifted his butt to complete the impalement, the tight ring of muscle at his anus sucking John Wayne’s prick deeper and deeper inside him. Within him, Vaughn could feel the man’s heavy cock taking possession of him. Vaughn reached back with one hand and felt the remaining inches of the shaft which were still outside his widely parted buttocks, and he gasped in disbelief at the length of the foreman’s erection. Vaughn had been sure he had already taken it as deeply as he could.

  But he was wrong. His anal ordeal had only begun. John Wayne pulled his hand away from Vaughn’s chest and gripped him by his shoulders. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled back, the stretched lips of Vaughn’s ass hole puckering outward around his withdrawing cock. Then he pushed himself down against Vaughn, driving the battering ram of his dick all the way into the younger man with his full weight behind it.

  “Oh, shit!” Vaughn yelled. “It’s so fucking big. You’re hung like a goddamn horse!”

  “Do you like it, boy?” John Wayne asked. “Do you like having my big dick shoved up your ass?”

  “You know I do, you bastard. I love it. Don’t stop. Go on fucking me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me rough.”

  “Slut,” John Wayne gasped, as he continued to hammer away at Vaughn’s ass hole. “Yeah, you do like it, don’t you? You like it a lot.”

  All Vaughn could manage by way of a response was an ecstatic groan. He could feel himself starting to come. He fought for control of his own shuddering body, but he lost it.

  His hard-on, trapped between his belly and the bed, quivered, convulsed, then shot a hot jet of semen over his abdomen. His orgasm hit him like the flame from a blowtorch. Whimpering like an injured animal, Vaughn pushed away from the slimy outpouring of his cum, a motion which once again succeeded only in driving John Wayne’s prick into him even deeper. Vaughn could feel himself shaking from head to foot.

  John Wayne lifted his legs from the bed, his cock screwed tightly into the socket of Vaughn’s ass, and he ground himself against Vaughn. Against the back of Vaughn’s neck he was growling something incoherent, the words trapped deep within his throat. Without pulling back, he made several hard jabs into Vaughn.

  When John Wayne finally pushed himself up from Vaughn’s exhausted body, his cock was already softening. The sensation of it being withdrawn from Vaughn’s sphincter was almost more intense than the initial penetration had been. When the glans popped free of his anus, Vaughn felt an indescribable feeling of relief.

  Without speaking, John Wayne rose from the bed and stripped the semen-filled condom from his cock. He tossed the rubber into an ashtray on the nightstand.

  “Man, I’m beat,” he complained, although he sounded rather smug about it. “You’re not a bad fuck.”

  “Thanks,” Vaughn managed to say. He was still having trouble catching his breath.

  “Give me a tight piece of man ass instead of a pussy any time. I don’t know who you thought you were fooling with that hard to get act, though. Oh, well. You’re not the first guy who thought he had to pretend he didn’t like it, at first. Waste of time, if you ask me. From now on—you can admit you like dick.”

  Vaughn didn’t know exactly what he had expected in the aftermath of their rough sex. Maybe some kissing and cuddling, by way of compensation, he supposed. But there he and John Wayne were, both of them still naked, breathing hard, their bodies wet with sweat—and carrying on an oddly matter-of-fact, even rather impersonal, conversation.

  Vaughn felt obligated to keep up his end of it.

  “Have you been with girls, too?” he asked John Wayne.

  “Sure. I think that everybody’s basically bisexual,” John Wayne insisted. Now that they’d stopped fucking and sucking, and he’d gotten his rocks off, he seemed to be in a talkative mood. And he apparently wanted to talk about sex, instead of just indulging himself in it with Vaughn. “Some men just deny their true feelings. Others prefer it one way or the other. And some of us lucky bastards don’t care if we’re in bed with a man or a woman at any given moment, as long as we like the person. We can get off either way.” He paused, and gave Vaughn a wry look. “But I’d much rather be with another guy. Women can be so needy and possessive. And you don’t have to worry about getting a dude pregnant.”

  What he was saying made a lot of sense to Vaughn, who fell silent for a moment, trying to absorb it. Maybe Vaughn was bisexual himself, he thought. Maybe he ought to try his luck with women next!

  But Vaughn dismissed the idea immediately. He was homosexual, all right. Certainly the physical satisfaction he’d just enjoyed with John Wayne was infinitely stronger, much more exciting and satisfying than any fulfillment he had found in solitary masturbation in the privacy of his own bed. Vaughn hadn’t had enough experience with other gay men really to be able to judge John Wayne’s performance, but he had no complains. And Vaughn suspected that when it came to a sex partner, he could do much worse.

  “How about a goodnight kiss before you go?” John Wayne asked.

  “Are you sending me away?”

  “What’d you think—that I was going to invite you to sleep with me?” the foreman demanded, as though he found the idea of such post-coital intimacy repugnant.

  “No. But now I feel s
o cheap and dirty, somehow,” Vaughn complained.

  “You’ll get over it,” John Wayne predicted. He chuckled as he lowered his mouth toward Vaughn. “Gimme that kiss,” he murmured.

  Vaughn closed his eyes and parted his lips in anticipation of the kiss. He inhaled deeply, reveling in the proximity of another man’s naked body, in the delight of feeling another man’s mouth pressed tightly against his own lips. Vaughn was enjoying the tiny spasms of renewed arousal which he could feel stirring in his groin. His cock and balls already pulsed hotly with obscene anticipation. Oh, there could be no doubt about it. He was gay, all right!

  John Wayne gave Vaughn a smart slap on his bare ass.

  “Now, you’d better get your clothes on and get the hell out of here,” the foreman said gruffly. “We’ve had our fun. But we don’t want anybody to see you sneaking out of here this late at night. I’ll let you out the back way. And you keep your mouth shut about this, boy. Don’t you come sniffing around me, either. I’m your boss, not your boyfriend. When I want you again, I’ll let you know.”

  Chapter Eight: At Other Men’s Disposal

  During the rest of the time he worked at The Ranch from Hell, Vaughn divided his free time between his two sex partners.

  He and Will continued to share their bodies with each other. But Vaughn felt obligated to service John Wayne as well. He couldn’t afford not to stay on the foreman’s good side, plus he really enjoyed their time together. The scheduling was made less complicated by the fact that Kearney liked to have his sex early in the evening, preferably shortly after dinner. There were many times when Vaughn reported to the foreman’s quarters to receive a thorough working over, then he returned to the bunkhouse to blow Will before he was finally able to get some rest.

  Vaughn confided in Will, admitting to him that he was the foreman’s latest conquest.

  “So you gave in to the bastard, did you?” Will jeered.

  “I didn’t have any choice,” Vaughn protested. “He threatened to fire me.”

  “You should’ve at least held out for the twenty bucks. Maybe you like giving it away for free, though. Are you queer?”

  “What difference does it make to you, as long as you’re getting it for free?” Vaughn retorted.

  Will shrugged. “Not much. Live and let live—that’s what I always say.”

  Will didn’t seem to mind sharing Vaughn with Kearney. Vaughn suspected that Will kind of got off on his awareness of Vaughn’s promiscuity. After Vaughn had been sequestered with John Wayne, Will always wanted to know exactly what the two men had done together. He insisted that Vaughn leave out none of the sordid details. Will rarely needed much in the way of stimulation before he was raring to go. But Vaughn’s descriptions of what he and the foreman did to each other in bed never failed to make Will extra horny.

  As though John Wayne was a sadistic pimp and Vaughn was just another one of the male whores in his stable, he used Vaughn unmercifully in the weeks that followed. There was one difference between Vaughn and the typical street hustler, though. Vaughn wasn’t even being paid for putting out.

  John Wayne would order Vaughn to come to his quarters. There, they’d both strip off their clothes and Vaughn would suck John Wayne’s cock, and John Wayne would fuck him. Several times a week, Vaughn would thrash and moan beneath the punishing impact of John Wayne’s plunging erection. It didn’t take Vaughn long to get over any lingering inhibitions he may have still had about gay sex. He was now ready and willing to give anything a try.

  Afraid to do anything that might alienate John Wayne, Vaughn catered to his every whim. He sucked his cock, and licked his ass at his command. Only during the most frenzied moments of their sex play did John Wayne forget himself for an instant and deign to kiss Vaughn, or show him some other fleeting, token gesture of rough affection. Vaughn had become the man’s sex slave. He was there for John Wayne to use for his own selfish satisfaction. And Vaughn loved it.

  “Suck my nips,” the foreman instructed Vaughn, matter-of-factly, one evening when they got together after supper.

  Vaughn slithered half on top of John Wayne’s big body, which was stretched out on his bed, and he pressed his mouth obediently to the man’s massive chest to lick and suck on each of his big brown nipples in turn. He worshiped his pecs, lavishing upon them the oral skill he had already acquired.

  “Now my pits,” John Wayne demanded. “Lick my sweaty, stinking pits, bitch!”

  He raised his brawny arms over his head as he lay there, and Vaughn moved his mouth to each of his hairy armpits in turn. He kissed them and tickled them with his tongue, inhaling his sex partner’s strong body odor. As though the aroma was some potent drug he was snorting, it only got Vaughn more aroused.

  After a few minutes of that play, John Wayne pushed Vaughn away from his upper torso. Reaching down to scratch at the underside of his balls with his left hand, he said, “Suck on my cock a little, now, until it gets good and hard. Then I’ll shove it up your ass. That’s what you came here for, after all. That’s what we both want.”

  Vaughn had hoped that for once they might actually lie there together and cuddle for a while, but getting his ass reamed out by John Wayne’s huge dick was a fair tradeoff. He slid down over the man’s chest and stomach, his tongue tracing a wet path across his navel and darting through the triangle of his pubic hair. Settling himself between the foreman’s outstretched thighs, Vaughn opened his mouth wide and let John Wayne rub his heavy, limp cock over his lips. John Wayne milked himself a bit, then he pushed his cock head between Vaughn’s lips.

  When the blood began to flow into the heavy member, Vaughn worked the rubbery hose deeper toward his throat, his tongue fluttering hotly against the frenulum, his lips surrounding and stroking the middle of the shaft. He had gotten John Wayne fully hard—his glans now straining upward against the roof of Vaughn’s mouth with a springy tension that would have snapped it back against his stomach had Vaughn released it. He began to bob up and down on him in the slow, steady way he now knew his boss liked, working the head of the cock deeper into his throat with each new descent he made around the bloated shaft.

  No street whore, down on his knees in some dark alley, could’ve done a better job of serving his john’s dick.

  “That’s enough,” John Wayne said at last, pushing Vaughn’s head away, his hand on Vaughn’s perspiring forehead. He caught his prick as it slid out from between Vaughn’s reluctantly retreating lips, and he held it gingerly in his fist. He jerked himself a few times, as though to make sure that his saliva-coated cock was indeed fully hard and ready for action. Then he gestured to Vaughn with the crooked index finger of his other hand. “Get up here and sit on it,” he told Vaughn. “Stick it up your ass. I want to watch you riding it, and I want to feel it going up and down inside your hole.” As he spoke, he brought his legs together beneath Vaughn, and he reached for a condom from the supply he always kept beside his bed.

  Vaughn squatted over John Wayne’s groin, then he leaned forward and reached back to center the head of the man’s gloved and lubed cock against his sphincter. As always, the bulbous knob felt very thick pressed between his parted buttocks. As he eased his ass down around the stretching girth of the fuck tool, Vaughn once again felt that slightly masochistic thrill at being penetrated and used by another man. It was all that mattered to him at that moment. He wanted to get fucked!

  And John Wayne, of course, wanted to fuck him. Impatiently, he grasped Vaughn’s thighs and bounced up beneath him, skewering Vaughn’s ass from below with the full length of his hard cock.

  Vaughn felt a surge of pain when John Wayne took him like that. But then the discomfort began to yield to that familiar tingling, burning, and melting sensation of being fucked, good and hard. Vaughn began to ride John Wayne, working the man’s phallus deeper into his ass, rocking on it, twisting it from side-to-side within his guts. Riding the solid pole of John Wayne’s masculinity, Vaughn forgot everything else except how good it
felt.

  Leaning forward to support himself with his palms against John Wayne’s shoulders, Vaughn raised and lowered his buttocks. All the while John Wayne’s thick cock scoured out his insides with a growing heat.

  “Fuck me,” Vaughn pleaded. “Oh, fuck me hard!”

  “Yeah, you like it, don’t you, you hot-assed little bitch?”

  “I love it.”

  “Then keep going. Ride that dick of mine. Keep riding it and working it with that hot ass of yours until I come. I want to shoot my load up your butt.”

  Moaning shamelessly, Vaughn slid up and down on the swollen rod, exulting in the way it spread open the interior of his anus. Every time the fat probe reached the point of deepest penetration, he flexed his anal muscles to squeeze it.

  John Wayne was getting close to coming. He began humping up at Vaughn to increase the force of Vaughn’s downward plunges around his cock. Vaughn writhed on top of John Wayne as he felt John Wayne begin to unload his cum into the condom, deep inside his ass. Vaughn grabbed his cock and began to masturbate, but he was so aroused that the manual stimulation was almost superfluous. It took no more than a half-dozen strokes of his fist to bring himself off. He sprayed his semen all over John Wayne’s face and chest. John Wayne took it without protest, grunting as he continued to ejaculate inside Vaughn.

  When they had both stopped shooting, Vaughn cautiously pulled his sore butt free from the impalement of John Wayne’s still-stiff prong and collapsed onto the bed beside him.

  “I’d better go get a towel,” John Wayne said gruffly. “Fuck! I’ve got your cum all over me.”

  After he’d wiped himself off, he told Vaughn brusquely to leave, claiming that he was tired and wanted to get some sleep. Sullenly, Vaughn got dressed and slunk out of John Wayne’s bedroom, made his way out of the house through its back door, and returned to the bunkhouse.