When Russell reached me, he crushed his mouth against mine. He palmed my erection over my pants, which caused me to reach out and grab hold of the side of his jacket. As soon as he moved his hand away from my groin, he took hold of my wrists in each of his hands.
“Now, let’s work on warming those cheeks.”
He led me to the wooden fence that separated the mowers and tractor equipment. He put my wrists together so the insides were touching and wrapped the scratchy rope around them. Tugging me closer to the railing, he tied the ends of the rope to the top beam. Bound to the railing, I was at his mercy and completely in his hands. I kept my head facing him to watch him. Russell took off his coat, unbuckled his belt, and slowly slid the black leather from the loops of his jeans. He stepped closer and took hold of my hair. Tugging my head back slightly, he covered my mouth with his and kissed me again. While he kissed me, he rubbed the folded belt over the front of my pants.
“What will you say if you need to stop, Ryan?”
“Hairdryer.” I recited the only safe word I’d ever known with Russell. I never doubted that he would ever forget, but I knew he had me tell him the word as a reminder to myself that I wasn’t powerless and could stop our play.
“Good boy.”
I loved when he said that to me.
Russell let go of my hair and put his hand on the small of my back while he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He pulled the elastic of the base layer pants and my boxer briefs away from my lower abdomen and reached inside to grasp my rock-hard shaft.
“Mmm, my dirty boy,” he murmured and moved his hand up and down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I mumbled and closed my eyes. His hand felt so good, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
“You like the idea of being tied, spanked, and fucked hard in my parents’ barn, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I panted as his hand was doing its magic. “Yes, sir.”
“When you sit down at my mother’s table tonight for dinner, your ass will be sore from me.”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Give me a warning before you come. I want my cock buried in you when you release.” I nodded. “And before I bury my cock inside you, your hot mouth is going to get it nice and wet.”
Fuuuck. His words could just about make me come.
“Yes, sir.”
Russell pulled his hand out of my underwear, unzipped my coat, and moved out of my line of sight. He pulled my jeans and the base layer pants down, then my boxer briefs down to my ankles. I felt so sexy and dirty being exposed like that. It was erotic and hot. Before I felt the sting of the leather from the first swat, Russell rubbed his warm hand over my bare ass.
Each time Russell’s belt connected with my ass, it catapulted me closer to blowing my load. It made matters worse that after every three or four swats, Russell would reach around and either pump my dick or palm my balls. We were on the sixteenth or seventeenth swat when I really thought I was going to come. I was hot and horny enough that Russell could shove his cock down my throat, and I’d be fine with it. He never would, of course, but that was how turned on I was.
Russell gave me one more firm swat with his belt and then walked around to the other side of the fence. As he stood in front of me, I realized that I was going to have to move to be able to take it into my mouth.
“Lower to your knees, Ryan,” Russell said as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down a little way.
With my wrists still bound, I went down to my knees and moved closer to the fence. Russell held his dick and guided it through the opening between two of the fence slats. I stretched my head forward and spit on the underside of his erection. My heart thudded in my chest as I closed my eyes and took Russell into my mouth.
“Good boy, Ryan. Get it nice and wet.”
I focused on Russell. Everything related to Russell, I welcomed into my mind. His scent. His touch. His voice. His care. As long as I focused on him, no one else entered mind.
“Mmm, God, Ryan,” Russell said under his breath as he pushed his groin forward. “Open your eyes, my boy. Let me take a good look at you.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “You are an absolute delight, Ryan,” he said. With a smile on his face, he stretched his hand out and pressed it against my cheek.
He withdrew from my mouth, walked around the fence, and took hold of my hips when he reached me. He helped me stand and then guided my feet to back up, which forced me into a bent over position. His touch felt searing hot when he pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could spit on my hole. He took hold of my side with one of his hands while he guided his thick shaft into me as a noise that was a combination between a moan and a whimper escaped my throat. I was so horny and badly needed to come.
“Mmph,” I groaned as he kept pushing into me at a steady pace. Even though my wrists were bound to the railing, I still gripped the top of it tightly. When I felt Russell’s body press against my ass, signaling that he was all the way in, my mind started going haywire.
“Fuck,” I swore at his thickness.
As Russell began moving his hips and fucking me hard, all I could do was hold on and swear. Reaching around to take hold of my shaft, Russell pumped my dick with his fist.
“Come when you’re ready, Ryan. I want you to shoot your load on the fence.”
