Chapter Eleven #2
He grinned and started to take off his clothes while I watched with avid interest.
“Is this your rope, Puck?”
“Whose else would it be?”
“You brought this all the way here, when you knew the ranch would have everything needed to keep you in your place as a ponyboy?”
He blushed. “I really like bondage, okay? I thought I might have the opportunity to tie someone up, or…get tied up. I knew I wasn’t gonna be a ponyboy all the time.”
By now he had his T-shirt off and was pushing down his jeans and boxer briefs. His half-hard cock bobbed in front of him as mine pushed against the fly of my pants.
“What do you want to be? Right now?” I said, about to combust with desire.
“Huh?”
I let my words hang in the air while Puck’s cock fattened up right in front of me.
He didn’t look at me, only concentrated on folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile while my hands itched to touch him.
“Would you be my ponyboy?”
His head jerked up, and he gazed at me from beneath a bit of hair that had flopped forward. He touched the tip of his tongue to the metal ring in his lip and arched a brow.
“There’s not much room to trot in here.”
I smiled, my breaths coming quick.
“I don’t need you to trot,” I said.
Puck crossed his arms in front of his chest. His dick was pointing at me. His pants were around his ankles. Slowly, deliberately, he turned away and bent to the laces of his docs.
I almost choked on my fucking tongue. Because, suddenly, Puck’s bare ass was lit by the soft light from the lamp as he leisurely undid his boots and removed them.
Time seemed to stand still. I watched the muscles in his thighs twitch and followed the curve of his ass with my gaze as he pulled his pants off and tossed them aside. I guess he was too preoccupied to fold them.
He said, “I’m leaving my socks on because the floor is filthy.”
“Come here. Sit down,” I said, because I had an idea.
Puck straightened and moved to sit on the mattress.
He eyed me warily as I dropped the bundle of rope beside him and went to gather up his bubble-gum boots where he’d left them.
Puck scooted backwards, his body lean and lithe and gorgeous, watching me with unabashed curiosity as I knelt and held up one boot.
“What are you doing, Oliver?”
“I’m putting these boots back on you. Because they are so pretty—” I swallowed thickly. “—and I want you to wear them, while I do nasty, nasty things to you.”
Our gazes met and held, and I swear it was a good thing there wasn’t anything actually combustible in here because the energy between us could have set off an explosion.
“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning back on his elbows and lifting his sock-covered foot.
I carefully slid his boot on, tugging firmly as his heel found its place, while Puck deliberately let his knee fall to the side as I tied the rainbow laces, giving me a glimpse of the dark cleft between his cheeks.
As I lifted my gaze to see, he leisurely wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it, watching me.
“You’re good with knots,” he said as I tied the laces of his boot into a double bow.
“Yes.” I glanced up and smiled. “I did some sailing in my youth.”
This made Puck snort a laugh. “You sound like you’re fifty. You’re still in your youth.”
“I’ll be thirty-one in a few months. I’m not as young as you.”
“Good. I like older men,” Puck said, lifting his other foot so I could slide the remaining boot onto it. While I tugged the heel, he slid two fingers over his balls and pressed them against his taint, closing his eyes with pleasure.
“Oh my fucking God,” I whispered. “You are the worst. How am I supposed to concentrate on what I’m doing?”
“Correction, I am the best,” Puck said. He slipped the index finger of his other hand in his mouth, sucked on it, then, lifting his ass slightly off the mattress, he reached down and worked it into his hole, making a high breathy sound that went straight down my cock and into my balls.
I dropped his booted foot, and lunged forward, covering his body with mine and latching onto his mouth with a furious need.
The intensity of my sudden onslaught forced Puck onto his back.
He brought both hands up to cup my face as we breathed into each other, tasting and teasing and reveling in our mingled scents.
Puck groaned and thrust up against me. “Jesus, Oliver. You’re about to bust through your jeans.”
“I know, I know,” I said, swiping my tongue against his and shivering at the sensation of it. “Can’t help it. You are so fucking hot.”
“Did you want me when you saw me that first time? In the paddock?”
“Oh God. Yes. That fucking tail.”
“I know,” he moaned, “That was so goddamn hot. Humiliating and hot and, fuck, I wanted you so much after that.”
I groaned and deepened the kiss, as Puck reached between us and popped the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper down. In a moment he had my cock in his hot hand.
“Oh,” I panted. “Fuck.”
“Girthy.” Puck hissed, squeezing me. “But I knew that already. I’ve been dreaming about this cock.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Want you to fuck me. But first I want you to tie me up. And finish lacing my boot, if you please. I want to be dignified in my debasement.”
I laughed, kissing his chin and neck and chest as I withdrew down his body to properly tie that pink boot. My fingers trembled as I knotted the laces. Then I knelt on the ratty mattress. I picked up the bundle of rope and loosened it, letting it fall to Puck’s naked belly in soft loops.
“Make me your ponyboy,” he said, gazing up at me with lust-blown pupils. “I want you to ride the fuck out of me.”
Oh dear God.
“Fuck, yes. I want to do that.”
Puck sat up and placed his fists together.
“Good ponyboy,” I said, looping the black rope over his wrist.
He smiled. “I’ll be good for you, Oliver. I’ll be so good.”
“I know you will.”
I fastened his wrists securely enough that he couldn’t break free, but not so tight it would restrict his blood flow.
“Now what?” Puck said when that was done.
I grabbed the taut rope between his wrists and pulled him to a sitting position. “Bend your knees and put your boots together.”
“Okay,” he smiled.
I winked. “Okay, what?”
His pupils dilated further in the dim lamplight. There was barely any colour around them now.
“Okay, sir.”
I thrilled to that title from his lips, and tried not to pay attention to his soft, fast breaths and the humming energy of his body as I quickly roped his ankles together.
Once I’d secured them, I fastened his bound wrists to the rope between his ankles, so that he sat in a hunched position, unable to move, his pink boots the only item of clothing on him.
“How does that feel?”
He tested his restraints and grunted.
“Confining.” He flashed his eyes to mine. “Debasing. Humiliating.”
I raised my eyebrows. “And we like that?”
He nodded, licking his lips. “Oh yeah.”
I smiled but didn’t say anything as I pushed his shoulder so that he tipped over and lay on his side, completely vulnerable to my whims.
“Fuck,” he said.
“You need a safeword.”
“No, I don’t. I’m game for whatever.”
“Puck. Give me a word.”
He laughed. “I don’t know. Uh, ‘skinny dip.’”
“Okay. Promise to say it if things get too intense, or too…anything?”
“I promise. Oliver?”
“What?”
“I’m dying. I’m burning up. Do something.”
“All right.” I quickly divested myself of clothing, tossing each piece so that it landed where Puck could see.
“You bastard.” He craned his neck, but I was behind him, deliberately hiding from view. “I want to see you.”
“Not much to see, Puck. My cock is fucking hard though. Wow, I’ve never seen it so big. It’s leaking for you.”
Puck whimpered, his body shuddering, as I knelt and snugged up behind him where he lay. When my hot, hard, wet cock hit his lower back he made a desperate sound and cursed.
I had brought a tube of lube with me, and I held it in front of his face. “Hey, can you get the top off for me?”
Puck groaned and struggled, cursing me and whimpering.
I kissed his freckled shoulder and smiled against his warm skin. “Kidding. I guess I can manage it.”
“Oliver,” Puck whined. “Oliver…”
“What?” I said, putting the lube down and ripping open a condom. I groaned as I unrolled it onto my cock, knowing Puck could hear every bit of what I was doing but couldn’t see. I could be sadistic when it suited me.
“Please…please. I’m dying…”
“You’re not dying. If you need to be untied, use your safeword.”
He made a loud grunt, struggling hard and then lying still. “Just fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you, my sweet little pony. Hold your fucking horses.”
Puck made a sound that was half laugh, half whimper. My gaze kept sliding over his utterly beautiful, captive, form. The black ropes glistened against his pale skin. I could hardly believe this gorgeous boy wanted me.
But he did. He absolutely did.
I glanced at his cock and I swear to God it looked like a rocket ready for takeoff—perfectly straight and sticking up. The head was purple with congestion and fluid leaked down the side of it, in snail trails of shiny moisture.
“You are so fucking hard.” I reached around and swiped some of the wetness with my finger, putting it into my mouth and slurping loudly.
“Oliver!”
“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’m going to get you ready for me.”
“Yes,” he hissed, head dropping to the mattress, shoulders relaxing.
I lubed up my condom-covered cock and then pressed my slippery fingers against his hole, sliding them around the wrinkled edge and then slipping one inside.
Puck gasped and stuttered, his body tensing.
“Okay?” I asked, holding still for a second.
Puck made a strangled noise but nodded, panting and shuddering, as I pushed my finger in all the way.
“So tight. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Puck made a helpless noise. “I loosen up real good, once things get going,” he panted.
“Well, they’re going,” I said, adding a second finger while Puck cried out, his cock surging.
“Fuck,” he said. “You can be rougher. Please be rougher.”
I stopped trying to think of sexy things to say and concentrated on slicking up his sweet hole, plunging my fingers in and loosening him up like he wanted.
His response was immediate and amplified. I pulled my fingers out and lined up my cock, unable to wait any longer. This had been a long time coming, and I was just as desperate as he was.
I spread those perfect ass cheeks and pressed the head of my cock against the shiny wrinkled skin there. As I breached the muscle and stroked into the plush heat of him, we gasped. Then Puck gave a long, low groan and cursed as I sank in all the way.
“You okay?” I whispered, dying to move but worried about Puck.
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just fuck me. Please, Oliver. Fuck me hard. Make me forget about everything but this.”
“Okay. Okay.”
I wrapped my arms around his bound body and started to move, the heat and slick softness a refuge from the external world.
I forgot we were in a filthy shack in the middle of the woods.
I didn’t care. All I knew was that this beautiful, broken man had let me in, had trusted me with his body and his soul and I was going to make this good for him.
I’d make him forget everything he was struggling with except for the bonds on his ankles and wrists, and the breaching of his body, and the igniting of his blood.
My own grunts accompanied Puck’s soft cries as I found a rhythm and kept to it, my hips snapping hard and short to maintain it, while Puck’s body responded in marvellous ways.
“I can’t hold off, Puck,” I said, not wanting to disappoint him but needing to be clear. “You are so fucking hot. So fucking gorgeous. So fucking sexy.”
I slid my hand between his thighs and wrapped my still-slick fingers around his cock, pumping it as I thrust into him. “Come for me. Shoot for me.”
With a loud, strangled cry he came over my knuckles as I pounded into him, the hot flush of his release sending me over the edge.
I yelled as I came, biting down on his shoulder, my breaths wild and loud, noises I’d never made before, ripping out of me at the intensity of it all.
The walls of the shed echoed with our cries and then everything fell silent except for our panting breaths and the heartbeat in my ears, that gradually slowed while I clutched Puck to me and peppered his head with kisses.
“Oh my God, Oliver. Jesus.”
“You okay? I’m sorry,” I said. I hadn’t meant to get that out of control.
“For what? That was…that was…” he groaned. “I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore.”
My heart stopped in my chest for a moment, then chugged forward.
“What? You’re not—” I grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out of him, freaking out a little. But the sound of his sudden laughter gave me comfort and reassurance, even as I wanted to spank him for being so provocative.
“It’s a joke. A joke. But I feel like you’ve taken my virginity again. Because it’s never been like that.”
I sighed with relief, moving around so I crouched in front of him, taking his sweet face in my hands. His cheeks were red, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, dampening his hair.
“I liked that. I liked it a lot.”
I held his gaze for several long moments, until a broad, exhausted grin spread over Puck’s face.
“So…that was something we did.”
“Shit, I need to untie you because, if I don’t, I might have to fuck you all over again.”
“Normally, I’d be into it. But it’s pretty late and—” he yawned. “I need my beauty sleep.”
I fumbled with the ropes and finally got them all off him, only to be bowled over. I found myself on my back on the blankets, staring up at him.
“That was so, so fucking good, Oliver, and just what I needed.”
“Same here. You’re incredible.”
He laughed and bent to kiss me, hard and wet and deep. I threaded my fingers in his hair to keep him there for long, luxurious, moments.
When we pulled apart Puck glanced between his legs. “Goddammit. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I seem to have the same problem.”
“Want to do it again tomorrow night?” he whispered, nuzzling my cheek and nipping at my chin.
“Oh, fuck yes. Every night.”
Puck pulled back and smiled. “I hope Adam’s paying you well. Because from now on, you’ll be working twice as hard.”