Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “Oh, I think we can do better than that. I’m going to do what I rarely do during these parties,” Darren told them. “Use my own bedroom. Come on, guys.”

  He led them along the hallway to a closed door, which he unlocked with a key and opened. He ushered the other two men into the room. Then he ensured their privacy by closing the door behind them and flipping the lock.

  Darren had an old-fashioned brass bed, not unlike the ones in the other bedrooms, but in somewhat better repair. Vaughn noticed lengths of rope attached to the headboard and the footboard, no doubt to facilitate for sex play involving bondage.

  Flint saw the ropes, too.

  “Now I understand why you keep this room locked,” he joked. “This must be the farmhouse dungeon, huh? Who’s going to get tied down first?” he asked.

  “Me,” Darren said. “I think we have everything we need here.” He indicated the nightstand, upon which a box of condoms and a bottle of lube were set out, just as in the other bedrooms. “Except for one thing.” He opened a drawer, pulled out a black leather belt, and draped it over the footboard of the bed. “Tie me down, then use this on my ass. Beat my butt and warm it up before you fuck me. Both of you.”

  “Sounds hot,” Flint remarked. “Can you get into it, Vaughn?”

  “I reckon,” Vaughn drawled.

  “On your belly,” Flint instructed their host. “And spread your arms and legs. As far apart as you can.”

  Darren obeyed, with an eagerness that Vaughn found surprising—and suspicious. It was beginning to look as though his webcamming buddy was really a fellow submissive, at heart!

  With Darren lying face down on the bed, Flint used the ropes to bind his wrists and ankles. He pulled the restraints taut and knotted them, allowing no play in them. Darren lay trussed up on his stomach, his broad back and round, firmly muscled buttocks gleaming in the light thrown by the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.

  “Look familiar?” Flint asked Vaughn.

  “Yeah. And it looks hot,” Vaughn replied.

  Flint next addressed Darren. “You ready to have that ass of yours whupped and fucked?” Flint taunted him.

  “Yeah,” Darren mumbled.

  Vaughn was shocked when Flint grabbed his discarded belt and used it to beat Darren’s upraised and vulnerable ass!

  “I think you mean, yes, sir, don’t you, boy?” Flint growled, between blows.

  “Yes, sir! I’m ready to have my ass fucked, sir! Please fuck my ass, sir! Please fuck it good and hard and rough for me, sir!”

  “First me,” Flint threatened, as he continued to apply the belt to Darren’s butt, which had begun to turn red. “Then my buddy Vaughn. You’re going to get it from both of us. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir. That’s what I want, sir. Thank you, sir!”

  Flint gave him a few more licks with the belt before he tossed it aside.

  “Okay, now shut up,” he told Darren. “Close your mouth and open your hole. Don’t you dare say another word, until I give you permission to speak. You just lie there and get fucked. That’s what you’re here for.” Flint turned to Vaughn. “Hand me one of those rubbers, will you?”

  “Right here.”

  When he was gloved up, Flint lay on top of Darren and began to fuck him, driving his cock in long, punishing strokes back and forth through the full length of that tight, cringing, resisting anal canal. He pounded that ass without letup or mercy. Coming quickly, he howled with lust as he fired off his hot, creamy sperm over Darren’s prostate gland, filling the condom on his cock with a tide of hot, wet, slippery cum.

  Flint pulled his dick out of Darren’s ass almost at once. He sat up on the bed and grinned at Vaughn.

  “Take him,” Flint said, laconically, as he slid off the bed and staggered to his feet beside it. “Fuck him. Fuck him, man, and feel how I’ve loosened up his hole for you.”

  Eager, as always to please his buddy, Vaughn put on a rubber and took Flint’s place.

  His cock throbbed with impatient, demanding need as he inserted it between Darren’s buttocks, into the already well-fucked hole—as gently as he could, at first. But then he quickly cast aside his restraint, and he found himself fucking Darren every bit as brutally as Flint had done. The warmth and tightness, the tormenting friction and resistance of that ass, engulfed his prick and spurred him on. He felt Flint’s warm hands on his butt, caressing him, silently urging him to drive his dick in and out of Darren’s ass more rapidly—more roughly.

  “Fuck him,” Flint repeated. “Fuck him, cowboy. Don’t hold back. Don’t spare him. The son-of-a-bitch loves it. He wants to be used. That’s a hungry hole he’s got there. Fill it up with cock for him. Ream him out. Come in his ass!”

  Vaughn pounded away in a frenzy until his orgasm suddenly overwhelmed him. The rush of sensation seemed to pass through him like a white-hot blade, and his mind and body both exploded. He followed Flint’s example, as he, too, shot blast after hot blast of potent male seed into the reservoir tip of the rubber encasing his cock there inside Darren’s ass, and triggering a second orgasm.

  He still had his stiff, spurting prick buried between Darren’s ass cheeks, when Flint seized him by the hair and twisted his head up and around, so that Vaughn had to look him in the eyes. Vaughn was panting for breath in the midst of his ejaculation like a dog in heat.

  “Are you coming in his ass?” Flint demanded.

  Vaughn’s cock pumped yet another burst of semen into the condom, deep into Darren’s ass.

  “Hell, yeah,” Vaughn moaned.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “It sure does.”

  “I bet you’d like to take our buddy Darren’s place, though, wouldn’t you? Tied down on your belly with your ass turned up—ready to take on every horny motherfucker in the place.”

  “I’d like that just fine, Flint.”

  “Well, you’re about to get your wish, Vaughn. We’ll cut Darren loose in a minute. And then you can get tied down and have your ass fucked. Only—I get to go first. I want your ass. I’ll warm it up for the other guys.”

  “Do it,” Vaughn begged.

  “Damn right I’m going to do it. But keep right on fucking Darren’s ass for now, until your dick starts to go soft. And kiss me, buddy! Kiss me like you mean it—like I was your goddamn boyfriend. Well, one of them, anyway. I know I’m going to have to share you with Aaron—and a lot of other guys.”

  Vaughn moaned helplessly—and happily—as he thrust his face out blindly toward Flint’s, and he felt the other cowboy’s rough, unshaven lips grinding against his own lips in a hard, demanding kiss. And when he felt Flint’s tongue slide between his parting lips and work its way deep inside his mouth, he knew that he had indeed become Flint’s boyfriend. They were perfectly suited to each other.

  About the Author

  Roland Graeme began writing erotic fiction, using a variety of pseudonyms, as a teenager. At first, he pounded out his manuscripts on that now nearly forgotten cultural artifact, a manual typewriter. A great deal has changed in the publishing world since then.

  One thing that has not changed is Graeme’s curiosity about all aspects of human sexuality. His other interests include literature, history, music, and art.

  A native of Pennsylvania and the descendant of Swiss immigrants, he now resides in Buffalo, New York.