Best Gay Bondage Erotica, page 5
“Turn around. Kneel down.”
The words were uttered in the quiet, calm voice RC always employed. Clay whirled on his feet and obeyed, his bare knees settling into the prairie sod, soft here beneath the shade of the willows and beside the stream.
“Are you gonna fuck me up the ass?” Clay blurted.
RC moved away behind Clay, his quiet stride barely discernible among the gathering night sounds. In his breathless state and straining to hear what RC was doing, Clay was all too aware of those noises; crickets and toads, the piercing cry of a nighthawk, the crackling of their campfire, the soft whinnying of their hobbled horses.
“RC? What are you doing?”
Clay was afraid to look back over his shoulder, thinking somehow he’d spoil this unbelievable opportunity. Waiting for RC to answer and hearing him approach again, Clay was totally aware of his nakedness. His knees were wide apart, his asscrack open to the heat of the night. His asshole twitched. And his stiff cock banged up against his navel. He shivered with sudden, intense anticipation.
“Raise your arms. Put your wrists together.”
Clay obeyed instantly, his thoughts still on his bare, spread ass, aware of RC standing between his splayed boots. Before Clay realized what was happening, he was trussed.
He gasped. “You’re tying me up? With your reins? Then what? What are you gonna do to me?”
The thin leather was supple and smooth from constant use and liberal coatings of oil. RC took good care of his gear. The blond cowboy had snaked the length of leather around Clay’s upraised wrists snugly before looping the ends around an overhanging branch. Clay was now kneeling naked with his wrists bound and his arms stretched toward the willow tree above.
He was helpless.
An intense heat coursed through Clay. His cock jerked against his belly. His asshole clenched nervously. Then RC leaned against him from behind, his calloused palms sliding slowly down Clay’s upraised, muscular arms. The rough palms found Clay’s armpits and lightly stroked them, sending a wracking shiver through his body.
RC’s crotch pressed against the back of Clay’s neck, and he felt the unmistakable bulge of stiff cock throbbing through the burly cowboy’s jeans. Clay gasped again before RC moved back.
“I’ll do whatever you want, RC! I’ll suck you off or let you fuck my ass. Whatever you want, boss.” Clay whimpered, realizing that he didn’t have much choice. RC could do what he liked; Clay was defenceless. Did he know RC, really? For the past year he’d worked with RC, and hungered for some kind of physical contact with the handsome cowboy. But this?
RC was back. His warm breath wafted against Clay’s naked shoulder blades. Hands suddenly reached up between Clay’s parted thighs. Another length of leather snaked around the base of Clay’s stiff cock, scooping up his balls at the same time. A few snug twists and Clay’s goodies were hog-tied. The ends of the reins pulled back and down, parted and then, one at a time, wrapped around the ankles of his boots.
The leather stretched tight. He couldn’t move his feet in any direction or the reins would pull backward on his bound cock and balls. He really was hog-tied.
The auburn-haired cowboy had only a moment to comprehend what had happened to him before he suffered another, even more intimate assault on his senses.
“What are you doing? God! What’s happening to my ass? What are you doing to my hole?” Clay moaned to the branches above his head.
Something stroked his asshole right in the center where it pouted outward, nervous and expectant. He clenched his sphincter, squeezing his ass-lips together briefly, before that tantalizing stroking had him arching his back and gasping, his anal muscles bulging out.
He felt the restraints around his wrists, smelled the leather reins dangling down in his face. He wanted so badly to reach back and feel what was happening to his asshole, but couldn’t. He had no choice but to accept it. Whatever it was.
RC laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled within his broad chest. Suddenly, the awesome hole-stroking stopped, and in front of Clay’s face, an object appeared. In the flickering light of the fire, Clay just made out what he was looking at: RC’s quirt—a riding whip with trailing, entwined thongs of leather.
Clay gasped. “Are you going to shove it up inside me? Are you going to fuck me with it before you fuck me with your big cock?”
That blurted string of questions was answered by another low rumble of dry chuckles. RC didn’t bother answering as the quirt disappeared and a moment later the lazy tickling of Clay’s pouting asshole began again.
Clay squirmed. He heaved his ass back against the incessant stroking, wanting now more than anything to be invaded, impaled, fucked by the husky cowboy who had tied him to a tree, at his mercy.
“Do you want it?” The quiet drawl vibrated in Clay’s left ear. RC’s hot breath played on Clay’s neck, the masculine smell of denim and leather and sweat assailing Clay’s flaring nostrils.
“Do I want it? Fuck, yeah! I want your cock up my ass, hard and harder! Fuck me, cowboy! Please!”
The breathless plea echoed in the night, punctuated by a distant rumble of thunder. Clay’s need intensified. It was going to rain. A storm was coming; he could smell it. He wanted to get fucked before they were drenched in a downpour and their fun and games would have to come to an end. Or would they? Maybe RC would fuck Clay regardless, lightning all around, cock pounding his hungry ass…
The sleek handle of the quirt was back, centered between Clay’s distended butt-lips. Slippery fingers rubbed around it, teasing his aching flesh. The quirt slid in, slowly, barely. Fingers lubed Clay’s asshole with something. Lard from their stores? The quirt pushed deep into Clay’s guts.
“Oh, my god! Oh, yeah! I fucking love it! Uhhhhhhh! More!”
RC obliged, the greased leather handle pushing in deeper and deeper, pulling quickly out, sliding oh-so-steadily back in. Clay squirmed. He bucked. He raised his ass to take the leather rod with eager, quaking swallows of his throbbing ass-lips. The restraints pulled against his ankles and his cock and balls. He could only move so far!
“Sweet. Nice,” RC murmured.
Clay was all too aware of how he must look. His pale, hairless ass gleaming in the firelight. Big firm cheeks spread wide with his knees planted far apart to display a deep crack. Narrow waist, tanned broad back rising to broader shoulders. Boots digging into the grass, naked thighs tensed, hamstrings bulging. Leather reins looped around his dangling ’nads and stiff cock, snaking back like the tight strings on a bow to wrap around his boots. Quirt sliding in and out of his greased asshole, dark leather into alabaster ass. And him moaning, writhing, loving this lurid, nasty dream come true.
He could do no more than accept, and submit.
Clay blurted out his thoughts, as usual. “Do whatever you want to me, RC! I’m all yours. My sweet ass is all yours!”
RC removed the quirt with a lazy tug. His greased hole oozed lard, his round ass heaved.
“Are you going to fuck me up the ass, hard, with that huge prick of yours? God, I want it so bad, RC! Please do me—”
Clay’s words were cut off as cockhead thrust between his plump lips. RC had stripped down to his boots in less than a minute. His tree-trunk thick, hairy thighs pressed into Clay’s head from the side and his cock pushed into the kneeling boy’s gaping mouth. That broad plum knob pumped against Clay’s tongue and cheeks, seeking his throat.
Clay opened wide, leaning into the reins that bound his wrists, the sturdy branch above easily taking his weight. He relaxed into the mouth-fuck, his head swimming, his throat opening. Prick crown slithered beyond his tonsils, his lips caressing the root of RC’s massive shank.
Clay was in paradise, the masculine stench of the cowboy he worshipped surrounding him. RC pulled back a moment to allow Clay a snort of air through his flared nostrils, then while he returned to pumping Clay’s throat with lazy, deep lunges, his hands massaged and explored Clay’s naked ass. Those rough palms kneaded the chunky globes, pulled them apart, delved between. Blunt fingers stroked the greased anal entrance, tickling and probing as Clay gurgled around the cock buried in his throat.
The young cowboy surrendered to the sensations bombarding him. His booted feet were pulled snug against the reins restraining them, his balls aching with the pressure. His arms went limp, cradled by the reins around his wrists, secure in the strength of the bow above.
RC felt the slack acceptance and slid his cock from Clay’s smacking lips. “Time to fuck you, cowboy. Your ass is mine.”
The soft-spoken promise sent a wave of expectation coursing up and down Clay’s spine. The giant cock he’d just been sucking pressed briefly against his cheek as a pair of fingers dug around in his tender asshole and stretched it open for what was to come.
“Please! Yes! I want you to fuck me! I’ve wanted it for a year! This is a dream come true for me, RC!” Clay blabbered as RC knelt in the grass between Clay’s spread legs.
Prick, wet with spit, rubbed up into his parted crack, gooey with grease. Rough fingers held his smooth asscheeks apart. The hairless mounds quivered with expectation.
Cock rubbed up and down the crack, turgid and heated like a fat pipe just removed from a blazing furnace. Clay mewled, arching his back, pushing out with his sphincter as the fat shank pressed against his hole.
“Put it in! Fuck me please, RC!” Clay begged.
Broad crown centered on Clay’s pulsing anal target. The blunt meat hesitated for just a moment as sphincter quaked around it. Then it rammed deep, impaling Clay in a balls-deep penetration.
“Goddamn!!!!! I am so fucked! Your…prick…is…so…far… up…my….ass!”
RC leaned in to tickle Clay’s neck with his tongue. Clay jerked in his bonds as cock yanked all the way out, paused for a breathtaking instant, then slammed home again with a loud smack of naked hips against naked ass.
“Oh! Yes! Ummmnnnn! So good! So hard! Give it to me, cowboy!” Clay cried out enthusiastically as RC pummeled him from behind while sucking on his neck with wet slurps.
The restraints that bound Clay became boundaries he tested and clung to as RC savagely rammed his ass with his pile-driver prick. Relentlessly, in and out, faster and faster the cowboy slammed him as Clay hung from the tree above and took it, his own cock stiff and drooling between his thighs, leather tight around his balls and boots.
Clay didn’t know how long it lasted. He cried out nonstop until his voice grew hoarse. His asshole accepted the pounding with aching glee. His body rocked back and forth. The sound of thunder in the distance grew closer, then retreated.
“I’m coming!”
The words hissed in Clay’s ear just as that savage cock withdrew from his pummeled asshole. Clay felt warm spunk splatter his left asscheek as prick rubbed all over it. RC held his cock against that lush mound as he coated the bound cowboy with his nut-juice.
Clay felt his own orgasm pulsing on the edge of culmination, but not quite reaching it. His bound balls throbbed, his bound cock pulsed, his fucked asshole quivered.
Then RC rose and abandoned him. The tantalizing promise of release subsided.
“I’ll get back to you later, cowboy.”
That was all RC said. Clay hung limp, his heart pounding, his lungs heaving. He had never felt so fucked.
The thunder approached, lightning lit up the sky. The smell of rain permeated the air, along with the stink of RC all over Clay.
But it didn’t rain, and the storm retreated back toward the west, still threatening,
Clay waited, expectant, on edge. His asshole ached. He wanted to reach back and touch it, stroke it, feel the swollen lips that RC had tenderized with his fat cock. But he couldn’t, bound as he was. His cock drooped, then stiffened, in the night’s unrelenting heat.
He dozed off, woke to the sound of night creatures and distant thunder still booming. A hand settled on his neck and stroked it.
“RC? Are you gonna fuck me again? I want your cock up my ass! It feels so damn good. I want you to fuck me until I shoot! Can you fuck a load out of me, please?”
RC didn’t answer, merely sliding in behind Clay and kneeling between his spread thighs. Cockhead, firm and hot, settled between Clay’s swollen butt-lips and began to slide inward.
This time RC fucked Clay with gentle, steady probes. The big cowboy pushed halfway in, then backed out a little, sliding deeper until his furry balls nestled in Clay’s hairless crack, holding there for an endless moment, meat pulsing deep in the boy’s guts.
It went on and on. Clay merely succumbed to the gentle probing at first, swaying in his bonds. Then, helplessly, he felt his own excitement mount. His prostate ached from the constant pressure of cock rubbing inside. His ass-lips throbbed with the gentle massaging of RC’s big tool. Clay’s dick swelled, ached, pulsed against the leather reins surrounding the thick base. His balls ached.
He couldn’t stop himself. He writhed and bucked against RC. He arched his back and slammed his ass back. He pulled against his bonds, squirming and moaning.
“Oh, god! Your cock up my ass is so fucking good! I need to shoot! I want to shoot! I need you to fuck me!”
He was there again, on the verge, his entire body straining against his bonds. He felt orgasm coming—
RC withdrew.
“I’ll be back.”
That was all the big cowboy said as Clay dangled from his bonds and grunted his disappointment. For once, he was at a loss for words. His cock throbbed, swollen and aching. He was a limp rag of sweat and lust hanging from a willow tree in the hot night.
Rain roused Clay from a feverish half-sleep. He straightened as the first fat drops blew sideways against his shoulders. Ah, so cool! He blinked the sleep from his eyes. Dawn neared.
More rain splashed against his naked body. The overhanging willows protected him from the deluge from above, but the prairie gusts slashed sideways to splatter him. He inhaled the moist air, the sweat that coated him washing away.
Memories of the awesome night surfaced, vivid and nasty. His cock stiffened to throb helplessly at his waist. Where was RC? Would he fuck Clay again, or release him?
Clay absorbed the cool rain with an exultant shiver. Whatever happened now, it didn’t matter. He’d been fucked, and fucked good! Yet, there was a hefty load still backed up in his balls. He needed to shoot.
Then, he felt it: RC’s tongue on his asshole. Wet stabs tested the pouting sphincter, tickled the swollen entrance.
“Oh, god! Yeah! Eat my poor ass, RC! Please! I love it!” Clay called out, his voice husky from overuse.
RC spread Clay’s hefty butt wide apart with his big hands. He was on his back in the sod, his face rising up into the open ass valley, his mouth and tongue busy on Clay’s hole. Amidst the wind and the spattering raindrops, Clay could hear nasty smacks and slurps as the blond ranch boss really began to munch on cowboy butthole.
The sensation of wet tongue and sucking lips attacking his tender hole sent a wave of lust rocking up and down Clay’s bound body. He arched his back, squatted over RC’s face and relaxed into his bonds. He swayed limply, rocking over the wet face and stabbing tongue.
He surrendered totally, his ass wide open, his head hanging down, his stiff cock drooling nonstop as his asshole gaped open to an oral assault that seemed to stab right up into his guts and lungs.
“Eat my ass! Oh, yeah! Tongue my hole! Oh…god…I fucking love it, RC! My hole is all yours!”
Clay’s moans and gasps battled with the earsplitting crash of thunder. Brilliant lightning illuminated the scene, outlining in stark clarity the bound cowboy spread wide over the cowboy’s face that held his ass open and tongued the palpitating hole so expertly.
Clay went totally limp. His mouth hung open, his arms dangling from the reins trapping his wrists. Waves of pleasure cascaded up his body from that sucking mouth and stabbing tongue.
Then, one of RC’s rough hands seized Clay’s stiff cock. The calloused palm pumped up and down while tongue probed pouting hole. It was sudden and it was too much.
“I’m shooting! Oh…my…fucking…god!”
Clay, dangling from his restraints, a tongue probing his hole, spewed a load of sticky semen over the prairie sod between his spread legs. Tongue continued to tickle and stab as his balls released their pent-up load. His body rocked and vibrated within his restraints.
All at once, he was being released. RC had moved with characteristic silent swiftness. Reins untwined from Clay’s wrists; a moment later, they slipped off his boots and then dropped away from his still spurting dick.
Rough hands raised him up on shaky legs and burly arms enveloped him in an embrace. Clay moaned as he settled against RC’s naked body, dribbling the last of his load and barely able to breathe.
Dawn arrived in full force just then, the rain clouds moving off to the west, the sky magenta and vermilion.
Totally unexpectedly, RC leaned down and kissed Clay. The young cowboy sighed, and for once, had nothing to say.
STRAIGHT AS A QUESTION MARK
Len Richmond
Alone on New Year’s Day, I scan through a list on a long yellow legal pad. It carefully notes the names, ages, and sexual fantasies of all the men who left me L.A. Weekly voice mails.
The thirteenth on my list claims he’s “very curious, very hot, and very handsome.” A straight young actor who’s interested in acting out his “bottom fantasies” with another man.
My nervous new “bottom” shows up an hour late for our date (not unusual). He says his name is Jeff, but I doubt it. On the list of forty-four names there are five “Jeffs,” eight “Ricks,” twelve “Johns,” and thirteen “Marks.” Simple names, I suppose, so they can remember their aliases.
Jeff is so scared he keeps staring down at his hands (or is it his crotch?) as we sit on the couch. Whenever we do have fleeting eye contact, he giggles nervously. As he peels the label off his second bottle of beer, strip by strip, the metaphor of his movements is becoming abundantly clear. Without saying it, he’s shouting, “My sexuality’s all bottled up and I can’t wait to peel my clothes off!”
