Puck seemed determined to behave himself this afternoon and I wasn’t about to disrupt that honourable intention.I’d remain as inconspicuous as possible in order to get the shots I needed, even though my body and mind thrilled to see him so effectively chastened by the older man.
The kink scene had always been a source of fascination, and I’d encountered enough men who wanted to play casually at power dynamics, but I’d never really taken it seriously.Definitely not as seriously as the Braided Crop Ranch did.I’d done some bottoming in my twinky twenties, but even when I had, I’d preferred being in control of everything.Once I’d gotten braver and more able to state my preferences to the men who seduced me, or whom I seduced, I’d discovered the joys of topping.I considered myself a switch, but I liked to be in control.
So as I watched Kamal step back and give Puck a hearty slap to the backside, which propelled the ponyboy into a jerky trot, I felt an equal desire to fuck, and to be fucked, by this beautiful creature.
I didn’t care one way or the other.I’d take what he had to offer.
Now that I was here, at the Braided Crop Ranch, in this heady environment where domination and submission was theentire point, I couldn’t help a gut-wrenching need to explore the dynamic in ways I never had before.
Over the next thirty minutes, I watched Kamal put Puck through his paces, and took a slew of photos of them working together.Puck seemed determined to perform to Kamal’s satisfaction, and though there were occasional glimpses of the contrary attitude I’d witnessed previously, he tamped it down and gave it his all.
Kamal was clearly pleased with him, and when they finished an extensive lesson on form and comportment, the trainer brought Puck closer to where I stood, presumably so I could get some closer shots and hear the praise he doled out.
“Very good, Puck.You’ve done incredibly well, and I’m happy to reward you for your hard work.”
My gaze flew to find Puck’s.We locked onto each other as Kamal’s fingers deftly unlatched the cage around the ponyboy’s swollen tackle.
This felt different than watching Lorraine and Teagan.Because Puck was my obsession, and so far, I’d only seen him prance around in his pony gear and piss into the grass.
Now, as Kamal freed his cock, Puck kept his gaze on me and lifted his chin as if to say, “Yeah, you want me?Can’t have me right now, but you can watch me get jerked off into the dirt.”
Fuck.
My shorts tightened as Kamal pulled a nytril glove from the pocket of his jeans and pulled it on, then added lube from a pump bottle near the fence.As he rubbed the slick substance on his fingers, he glanced at me and grinned.
I started to feel lightheaded and wondered if I should leave.Was I ready for this?
“Aren’t you going to take some photos, Oliver?I thought that’s what you came for.”
Ah, fuck.
I was standing there beside my expensive photographic gear, staring wide-eyed at Puck, completely oblivious to the purpose at hand.
“Oh.Yes.Of course.Yes.Sorry.”
I cleared my throat and fumbled in my bag for my handheld, feeling like I should move closer but terrified Kamal would notice how this was affecting me.Maybe that ship had sailed.
By the time I’d got sorted out and approached them, Kamal had moved in behind Puck and slung a powerful arm across the ponyboy’s chest, keeping him steady, as he lazily jerked his cock with his gloved hand.Puck’s head lay on Kamal’s shoulder, his eyes shut and his lips slightly parted, as if he’d completely given up fighting the man and decided to willingly surrender to his dominance.
At least for today.
“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath as I raised my camera to get the shots I needed–close-ups of Kamal’s thick bicep against Puck’s heaving chest, the ponyboy’s bare legs framed by Kamal’s clothed ones, and Puck’s bare ass pressed against Kamal’s clothed groin.The juxtaposition of their bodies was beautiful and almost poetic.
The noises that came from Puck’s throat sent tremors through me as my dick ached and heart pounded.And Kamal’s hushed commentary was just as arousing.
“Good boy.That’s it.Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.I just want to make you feel good.”
Puck whimpered as I took photo bursts of Kamal’s skilled hand job.When he groaned with sudden volume, I made the mistake of glancing up to find his dark gaze on me, as Kamal kept his movements slow and steady.The trainer wasn’t making this quick but extending the ponyboy’s pleasure at the same time as he made him wait for release.
My mouth dry, I held Puck’s gaze for several moments, then turned back to the viewer.I wanted to capture the moment of release when it happened.The money shot, so to speak.
My heart beat fast and sweat gathered on my neck, but it was too late to take off the plaid shirt.I swallowed thickly as I crouched on one knee with my camera aimed at the action.
Puck began to squirm as he got closer to his orgasm, trying to push his cock into Kamal’s tight fist at the rhythm he craved.But Kamal held him still and continued his slow, steady tease.Puck whimpered and gasped, his struggles becoming more desperate.Kamal’s arm strained to keep him still and the older man’s lips pressed together with determination as he murmured soft reassurances into Puck’s ear.
Finally, when I thought the poor kid would scream from frustration, Puck stiffened and a stuttering wail erupted from his throat, as semen gushed over Kamal’s moving hand.
“Good boy.That’s a good boy, so very good, Puck.”
