Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “I’m hard,” Vaughn said—which was stating the obvious. “Other than that, I can’t promise anything.”

  “I’ll keep that dick of yours from going soft on us. Get your ass over here and kiss me, fucker. And that’s an order. You’d better obey.”

  “Yes, sir,” Vaughn replied.

  The impatient tone of Aaron’s voice and the hungry look in his eyes combined to drive all other thoughts from Vaughn’s mind. Aaron was obviously feeling no pain. But Vaughn was stoned, too. And he’d forgotten how pleasurable it could be to have sex while stoned. Maybe habitual potheads had a point after all, he couldn’t help thinking. He was aware of a slight numbness and lightheadedness within him, which to some extent insulated his mind from his body. Instead of experiencing his physical responses directly, there was a certain detachment and objectivity. It was as though he was having one of those out of the body near-death experiences some people claimed to have had, in which he seemed to be floating weightlessly and looking down on his own body, stretched out on a hospital bed. Or in this case, stretched out on Aaron’s bed beside him—Aaron at least was very real, physically present, and tangible. Vaughn could reach out and touch him. And he did just that.

  Slowly, deliberately, Vaughn moved into Aaron’s embrace. Vaughn was eager for the sexual excitement and the ultimate satisfaction which he knew the other man could give him. But Vaughn didn’t want to rush it. The beer and the pot had slowed him down. He was willing to take his time.

  Aaron didn’t disappoint him. The moment his mouth covered Vaughn’s and his tongue slid in between Vaughn’s lips, he felt the warmth of desire suffuse his flesh. Sighing deeply, Vaughn pressed himself tightly against him, savoring the strength, the closeness of the other hard athletic body.

  Aaron’s fingers found Vaughn’s pecs and stroked the tender nipples to life. The twin cones of flesh stiffened and throbbed, pulsating with pleasure, and yearning for still stronger stimulation.

  Aaron seemed able to read his thoughts. Without saying anything, he turned Vaughn’s body on the bed, seated himself on the edge of the mattress, and positioned Vaughn so that he lay in front of him.

  The touch of those hands on his thighs made Vaughn shiver all over. As Aaron’s caress moved upward to fondle his cock and balls, Vaughn clenched his teeth to keep himself from yelling out loud. He felt as though he was melting with urgency. He feared that at any moment he might burst apart at the seams with his need for fulfillment. He closed his eyes and held his breath, feeling as though some vast natural force such as a hurricane was building up inside of him.

  Aaron lowered his face and pressed his mouth to the quivering plane of Vaughn’s naked belly. His tongue felt as though it were setting Vaughn’s flesh on fire. His warm, wet tongue penetrated Vaughn’s navel and tickled it, making him squirm.

  Vaughn groaned and thrust his hips forward, offering Aaron his erection, silently urging Aaron to possess his cock with his mouth and bring him the peace of ejaculation.

  Aaron crouched above Vaughn. Leaning down, he cupped Vaughn’s pecs in his hands and kissed each of them in turn, lingering over the tender nipples and sucking them until they were hard and throbbing with life.

  Vaughn twisted his trembling fingers through Aaron’s hair and tried to coax Aaron down further along his body, toward his aching, yearning cock.

  Suddenly, Aaron looked up at Vaughn and his eyes were very serious.

  “I remember you telling me you like it kind of rough. Did you mean that?”

  There was a plaintive note in his voice that reached Vaughn through his drug-induced fog and made him shiver with a combination of fear and anticipation. “It depends on whom I’m with,” Vaughn muttered, feeling unable to meet Aaron’s gaze for some reason. “With you? Shit! I guess I’d be willing to do just about anything.”

  “Good. Tonight I want to be the one in charge. I want to control you. Dominate you. Force you to submit to me.”

  “Do it.”

  Aaron reached over and stroked Vaughn’s cheek tenderly. “Don’t you worry none. You can trust me,” he whispered, his tone thick with emotion.

  He kissed Vaughn, kissed him long and hard, full on the mouth. Vaughn wound his arms around Aaron’s massive shoulders and writhed with delight as Aaron’s hands moved over his naked body, touching all of its most sensitive, responsive places and making him ache with need.

  Aaron’s agile tongue found the inside of Vaughn’s ear and he licked it, wetting it and making him squirm in an involuntary response, before the deputy whispered, “Go on. Touch me. Everywhere. Don’t be afraid.”

  Vaughn unlocked his fingers from behind Aaron’s neck and he forced them to move downward, over the muscular curves of Aaron’s shoulders—and beyond.

  His chest was much fuller than Vaughn’s was. The nipples looked larger, blunter, more brown than pink. Despite Vaughn’s nervousness about getting into some sort of a domination and submission scene with the hot young sheriff’s deputy, he found himself growing increasingly fascinated by the feeling of the other man’s flesh in his hands.

  Feeling braver, Vaughn continued to explore, directing his touch downward over Aaron’s belly, to the warm hardness of his inner thighs.

  Aaron groaned and rolled over onto his back, submitting himself completely to Vaughn’s touch. The sight of him lying, eyes closed and waiting, seemed to trigger an uncontrollable hunger inside of Vaughn.

  Panting heavily, Vaughn crawled across the bed on his hands and knees, and he straddled Aaron’s hips.

  “That’s good. Aw, fuck! That’s real good,” the deputy muttered, as Vaughn massaged his pecs with his fingers, exploring the rougher, darker flesh around his prominent nipples.

  His obvious pleasure inspired Vaughn to continue. Vaughn slid himself backward, down Aaron’s legs, while his hands trailed across his belly, over the narrow, incongruously boyish flare of his hips.

  Aaron ran his tongue across his lips, moistening them, making them shine. Vaughn heard his breathing turn rapid, shallow. Vaughn saw the color of his cheeks darken, and little beads of moisture pop out across his brow.

  Vaughn slipped his knees in between Aaron’s and rubbed his hands up and down the insides of his thighs. Aaron gasped and bent his legs double, pulling his knees back toward his chest. Mutely, he lay there and offered his genitals to Vaughn.

  Hesitantly, timidly, Vaughn reached forward and cupped his palm around the twin bulk of Aaron’s testicles. An agonized groan from the deputy begged the cowboy for a harder, more intimate touch.

  Shivering with excitement, Vaughn began to stroke Aaron’s ball sac rhythmically, all the while thinking about the way Aaron had touched him, and trying his best to imitate those caresses.

  “Oh, yes. Hell, yes!” Aaron rasped, and he arched himself high off the mattress.

  That was all the encouragement Vaughn needed. Confident now—propelled by a strange, intoxicating sense of power—he probed and massaged and fondled, not only the turgid spheres of flesh that contained his bedmate’s nuts, but the stiff, throbbing shaft of his cock. Vaughn’s manipulations wrung loud, heaving groans of pleasure out of Aaron’s throat. They seemed to be driving the man wild with the ecstasy of purely physical passion.

  His fingers grabbed at the outside curves of Vaughn’s thighs and began to slide upward, first over Vaughn’s hips, then around and onto his buttocks. Vaughn felt himself being drawn forward and down, until his body was covering Aaron’s.

  A sudden undulation of Aaron’s belly, accompanied by a grinding motion of his hips, made Vaughn grunt, desperate with excitement. As flesh contacted flesh, as cock pressed itself against cock, and balls rubbed over balls, he felt as though skyrockets were starting to go off inside his skull—and inside his cock.

  Aaron’s arms wound themselves around his waist and he rolled Vaughn onto his back, without breaking the hot, sweaty contact of their bodies.

  Reflexively, Vaughn positioned himself so as to maximize the f
riction their bodies, and especially their genitals, were making against each other. He dug his heels into the mattress. He offered up his groin to the delightful, maddening contact of Aaron’s flesh.

  Aaron rubbed himself against Vaughn, making him groan with joy as the erotic sensations intensified within him.

  Vaughn bared his teeth in a snarl of delight as Aaron’s fingertips dug into his chest—kneading the warm, aching flesh—squeezing the nipples until they felt as though they would burst from the pressure of excitement.

  The two men began to rub their bodies together, the heat and friction of the frottage making both of their cocks stiffen even more. As they did, the promise of fulfillment leaped into being—hovering, it seemed, only moments out of Vaughn’s reach.

  He dug his fingers into the firmness of Aaron’s behind, telling him with the pressure of his touch to move faster, harder. To make Vaughn go the limit, if possible. To make Vaughn come, just from rubbing against him!

  Aaron squirmed away from Vaughn, but only for a moment. Then, they were stretched out, head to toe, rolling back toward each other on the bed.

  Aaron’s mouth found the inside of Vaughn’s thigh and his tongue began to tease Vaughn’s ball sac. He licked the shaft of Vaughn’s prick, then he flicked his tongue-tip lightly up and down the length of the organ before teasing the piss slit.

  “Do it to me, too,” he growled between licks. “This is the way I want it to be. I want you to be my submissive little bitch.”

  Vaughn hesitated, but only for a second. As Aaron’s mouth got to work on his flesh, sucking his cock, driving Vaughn’s extended, stiffened fuck tool deep inside his mouth and throat, the last of Vaughn’s inhibitions melted.

  Vaughn rushed at Aaron—servicing him with his lips and tongue—doing to him exactly what he was doing to Vaughn. He tasted the deputy’s oozing seminal fluid, licked his cock, his balls. Vaughn pursed his lips around the swollen tip of Aaron’s joystick and sucked on it, hard.

  Tasting Aaron’s cock only made Vaughn want to taste his ass, too. He slid his arms around Aaron’s legs, until the insides of his elbows were pressed against the backs of Aaron’s knees. Vaughn pulled Aaron’s legs back and strained his neck forward, lowering his head and forcing his face between Aaron’s split-open ass cheeks. He began kissing and tongue-fucking Aaron’s ass hole. The salty, slightly musky flavor intoxicated him.

  In another moment, Aaron pulled Vaughn’s legs back in exactly the same way, so that he could attack Vaughn’s ass hole with his lips and tongue while Vaughn continued to rim him. With their four legs bent sharply at the knees and protruding at odd angles, with their feet flailing away, toes curled in arousal, and with their mouths pressed tightly against each other’s anal puckers, the two men rimmed each other in a fury.

  The bed bounced and creaked underneath them as they labored together to reach their mutual goal of orgasm. Moaning, gasping, they possessed each other simultaneously. They drove their tongues deep inside each other’s ass holes. They sucked each other’s asses while making hot, impassioned oral-anal love to each other, without reserve, without hesitation, and without shame.

  Vaughn had never abandoned himself quite so completely to a sex act. He felt a stimulation far beyond anything that could be provided by alcohol or drugs.

  Hungrily, he devoured Aaron’s burning anal flesh, deriving pleasure from the guttural sounds of his helpless response. Vaughn exulted in the way Aaron’s sphincter muscle and his strong, sleek thighs tightened and quivered with each darting movement of Vaughn’s tongue inside his body.

  And then Vaughn felt an odd combination of heat and prickly sensitivity going through his flesh. It must have been some delayed reaction from the marijuana. A warm tingling pleasure seemed to suffuse his entire body. It was almost as good as coming!

  Panting helplessly for breath, he imprisoned Aaron’s head between his thighs and he bucked his ass against Aaron’s slurping, suctioning mouth and penetrating tongue quite furiously, allowing himself to experience the prolonged arousal to the fullest possible extent.

  His passion seemed to be contagious. In another moment, Aaron was thrashing about with a near-orgasmic violence. He was pounding away at Vaughn with his buttocks. He rubbed his sweaty ass cheeks and his flexing, pulsating anal rim against Vaughn’s mouth and tongue. Forcing Vaughn to tongue-fuck him, whether he wanted to or not. But of course he wanted to do it. He never wanted to stop eating that ass.

  “Stop,” Aaron suddenly gasped, after another few moments of their violent reciprocal ass play. “Time out, buddy! I don’t want to come yet. And I’m getting close. Damn close!”

  “Me, too,” Vaughn admitted.

  “That was some rim job. You’re really good at it.”

  “Thanks. So are you. And I’ve got other talents,” Vaughn boasted. “Can’t wait to show some of them to you.”

  Aaron smiled. “Looking forward to it. Which way do you want it tonight?” he demanded. “Rough, or smooth?”

  “Both.” Vaughn was feeling greedy. “Fuck me rough, if you feel like it. I like it when a real man takes charge of me and fucks me up the ass. I like to pretend I’m being forced. But then—afterward—maybe we can just cuddle.”

  Aaron nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Forced, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ve got just the thing, right here.” He searched under one of the pillows and pulled out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs.

  “Fuck,” Vaughn exclaimed. “You keep them right here, in the bed?”

  “I wear them at work, on the back of my belt,” the deputy reminded him. “But in all honesty, I rarely have to use them on the job. They’ve been going to waste. I figured they might come in handy tonight. Want me to put them on you, so you can try them on for size?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Good. That saves me the trouble of subduing your ass, and putting the cuffs on you by force.”

  Brusquely, Aaron grabbed Vaughn’s wrists, one at a time, and positioned them against each other in the small of his back. He snapped the cuffs closed around Vaughn’s wrists.

  “Yeah,” he declared, with audible relish. “You look really hot, cuffed like that. Naked... my naked prisoner. My fucking sex slave. You’re going to learn some respect for the law tonight, fucker. You’re going to be my submissive little bitch.”

  “Yes, sir. Fuck me!”

  Aaron slapped Vaughn’s bare butt. Hard!

  “You don’t give the orders here!” he barked. “I do! And you take them! Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Damn right,” he growled. “You’re a whore, and you’re here to satisfy me. You’re just a hole for me to fuck. Isn’t that right?”

  “That’s right, sir. I’m a dirty whore who loves to get fucked.”

  Aaron began to finger Vaughn’s ass hole, inserting one finger inside him, then two. After toying with his ass for some time, probing deep, he eased a third finger in next to the other two. Then he really began to finger-fuck Vaughn, making him shiver and gasp. Instinctively, Vaughn tried to yank his arms apart, but of course he couldn’t. Not with the handcuffs keeping his wrists held close together.

  “Can’t get away from me, can you?” Aaron asked.

  “No, sir.”

  “Damn right. I’ve got you completely at my mercy, punk. You know what turns me on?”

  Numerous possibilities flashed through Vaughn’s mind. He made an educated guess.

  “This, sir?” he asked.

  “Correct. Nothing gets me hotter than having some cocky little perp cuffed and squirming. Wondering what I’m going to do to him. Wanting to mouth off to me, but afraid of what might happen if he does. That always give me a boner. Now, lie still,” Aaron ordered him. “Stop resisting. Stop fighting it. Keep your ass open and let me get my hand in there. Have you ever been fist-fucked?”

  “No,” Vaughn said. “No, sir.” Momentarily, he panicked. If the brute tried to fi
st-fuck him, Vaughn was hardly in a position to resist. They hadn’t discussed limits prior to getting into this scene. It looked as though that might have been a mistake. A big mistake.

  “I didn’t think so. You’re too tight. Um, I bet that hole of yours is going to feel nice and snug around my dick. You ready to get fucked, now?”

  “Yes, sir. But with your cock, please. Not your fist. I can’t take a fist.”

  “No? You’d better be tight, then,” Aaron warned Vaughn. “You’d better give my dick a good, hot ride.”

  Aaron reached for his rubbers and lube. He ripped open a condom packet and put the rubber on his prick. He squirted some of the lube onto his hand and slicked himself up. Then he swiped his hand up and down in the crack of Vaughn’s butt, massaging the rest of the lube into his sphincter muscle.

  Aaron knelt behind Vaughn and deftly inserted himself into his hole. He wasn’t gentle, but Vaughn didn’t want him to be. Leaning into Vaughn, Aaron thrust in and out of him repeatedly. Vaughn pushed his buttocks back against his abuser’s groin, impaling himself on the hard-on and gritting his teeth to keep himself from screaming as the friction of the shaft plowing into him seared his anal flesh like a blowtorch.

  “Yeah,” Aaron grunted. “That’s one hell of a hot, tight ass!”

  “Fuck me!”

  “I’ll fuck you,” the deputy promised, or rather threatened. “I’m going to fuck you all I want. And there’s nothing you can do about it, is there? You ain’t going nowhere, bitch. You’re just going to have to lie there and get fucked!”

  Vaughn was trying to obey Aaron’s instructions. Handcuffed and helpless, he could do little except lie there and get fucked. But he was too turned on to remain passive. He worked his anal muscles frantically, squeezing and milking Aaron’s cock.

  “Pound my hole. Pound it!” he begged his fucker.

  “Be careful what you wish for, bitch! You’re going to get it, all right.”

  Vaughn got it, all right. Much more than he’d bargained for.

  Aaron put both of his hands on Vaughn’s hips and pulled his butt back against his groin so that the full length of his cock went inside him again. He had a very large cock, and Vaughn could feel it jabbing against the walls of his rectum every time the horny bastard thrust it deep into him. After giving Vaughn a few punishing strokes in that position, Aaron pushed him down onto the bed so that he was bent over, on his knees, with his face pressed down on the mattress. Then, the deputy settled in behind Vaughn and began to fuck him for real, making the hammering he’d been giving him up to then seem like mere foreplay.