Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 04 (M/t oral anal bondage-sex dsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I gotta go."
My words didn't make either Juan, nor Aron flicker an eyelash. So, I slid out best I could. It must've been early, say six am, since some light shone through the curtains. I could see enough to move around and open the door to our room. As I passed dad's room, to the jon, I could hear him snore. I peeked in and saw him lying in bed, half covered with the sheet, still dressed in his clothes from yesterday. I smiled and continued on my way. I rubbed my stomach and found all this dry, crusty stuff on it. Looking in the jon mirror, I discovered this flaky stuff caking my chest as well. Some even had collected in my deep navel. My cock didn't feel too different, being stuck in Aron's ass and all. I don't know why, but when I held it, I smiled a toothy grin in the mirror.
"Have fun?"
"Oooooh Aron!"
I don't know why, but I felt compelled to throw my arms around my cousin-'bro' and hug him to death.
"I know."
"You know?"
"Yeah. I loved the feeling of having your cock inside me."
"Hurt at first, huh?"
"Yeah and I loved it."
"Oh yeah. I forgot," pertaining to Aron's pleasure of liking pain.
"Yeah, but it's not that. Mark."
"No?"
"I have to piss."
"Me too."
For the first time, the two of us stood at the toliet and pissed together. Well, maybe second time, but not since seven years old. Even though it was urinating, the bond of the action seemed special.
"I've got dried stuff all over me."
"Me two, Mark."
"Me three!" Came the intruder's remark.
"You, Juan? There's just some stuff on your pubes."
"You two shower it off while I pee?"
"You go first, Aron," I offered."
"No, you."
Juan suggests, "Shower together."
"Together?"
"I got to teach you two hombres lots!"
We both laughed, but when we entered the shower together and stood under the rainfall together, it became part of our new sexual upbringing.
"Make room for one more, amigos!"
"Hee heeeeee..." Aron giggled, as he pulled me closer so that Juan could fit in the tub.
Neither of us could figure out what dad thought when he stuck his head in the jon, to piss.
"You want to shower, amigo-dad?"
"Oooooh nooooo... I'll use the kitchen sink, thank you."
I didn't mention it to the other two guys. I kept it a dad-son thing, but I thought dad took the whole issue of three gay guys in a shower, rather well. After our shower, we dried each other off. The three of us had a blast at just that detail. Then we dressed and headed downstairs. Dad, not much of a cook, since Uncle Seth had done almost all the preparations of the meals, tried boiling eggs.
"Oh, dad... no.. no.. no.. no.. no!"
Juan immediately turned off the gas, proceeding to dump the water and eggs in the sink. Dad backed off.
"Got a fry pan?"
My dad didn't argue, taking it in stride that Juan was taking over the range. He produced a frying pan pronto and let nature take it's course. In twenty minutes the three of us sat down for a luscious breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, juice and coffee for dad. Juan had a cup, too.
"Where did you learn to cook like this, Juan?" dad asked.
"My cousin, Manuel. I teach him."
"Who taught you?" I asked.
"My mamasita."
"I thought you lived in an orphanage," Aron inquired.
"Okay. This the deal. I grow up to age six and then go to orphanage. Then my cousin come and take me on weekends. Now I meet you and we be friends. Oh, you make call to orphanage, last night dad?"
My father sat there, taking in all Juan has said. I could tell last night that he liked Juan.
"I made the call. I told them you would be back on Monday."
"Monday? Oh gracias, gracias, gracias, dad!"
Dad even accepted a hug from Juan. Seems like he began handling us being gay real well. It made us all feel good about it.
"Now I have a problem without Aron's dad being here."
"We'll help you dad. Anything you need," I assured him.
"I'm going to need one or both of you boys to help me with the marketing on Saturdays."
Aron and I held our hands, squishing them. We both had plans for this Saturday, but we knew my dad came first and the Saturday marketing was our livelihood.
Out of the blue came, "I help you, dad!"
Also, the biggest smile graced Juan's face, with the act of volunteering.
"You don't have to, Juan. We'll go," I countered the offer.
"No, amigos. You have meeting. I go help our dad."
"Meeting, son?" dad questioned us.
"Um, yeah, uh..." I tried fudging.
Juan comes out with nothing but the truth, "They go to talk with Doctor Abel about being gay."
"I see. And what would Doctor Abel know about being gay?"
Juan had all the answers.
"Doctor Abel is sychologiss. He knows about the mind."
"I see. Well then maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea at that, but I have to warn you Juan that hauling at the market is hard work."
"I handle it, dad!"
I can't believe the good sport dad was being. I think he stood rather entertained at Juan calling him 'dad' and his eagerness to please.
"Alright. I've got to find you some clothes though."
"I think Juan and I are the same size," Aron volunteered, regarding the outfitting.
"Alright. Then if there's any hot water left, I'll meet you downstairs in an hour, Juan."
"Si, dad!"
After dad departed for upstairs, Juan busied himself with the dishes. We helped.
"No, amigos. You sit."
"Juan, you're not our slave."
"I clean up and you finish eating."
Aron and I got the message that Juan wanted to do this for us, so we parked ourselves.
"Juan, why are you doing all this?"
"I like being with you guys."
"But this is the first time you've been around us for more than an hour," Aron said.
"I like dad, too. I like cooking for him and you. You like my cooking?"
"It was good," Aron complimented.
Me? I wanted to find out more about Juan's angle on things.
"I can do more than cook. I know how to make laundry with clothes, clean up house. I learn how to feed horses and make up barn," Juan rattled off the chores.
"Oh, so that's it?"
"What's it?" Aron repeated Juan's questioning.
Suddenly all the glee had evaporated from Juan's being, like some secret had been revealed. What can I say? I felt for the guy, so I let what I really thought, slide and concocted a new theory.
"You want my dad to take you to market every Saturday, don't you?"
Like a brand new day on the horizon, Juan's excitement returned.
"Si! You smarter than me, Mark!"
Actually smarter than Juan thought. I knew his plot to make my dad think him a total asset to our household, so that he would think of adopting Juan. However, I wouldn't be against that either. In the short time I've known Juan, I generally liked him. He sometimes had a wiseguy sort of attitude, but in a funny sense. I don't think his lying was to deceive anyone. Like us, he felt us out, to see what he could trust us with, so the age thing didn't really matter. My dad always helped Aron and I out with our schooling. Aron's dad didn't give it much thought. The only thing he cared about was the discipline, which is important, but not just from the physical part, as in the use of the strap. Juan, I take it, didn't have any of that homegrown nurturing, except for what he could pick up from his cousin. In some respects, I pictured Manuel as a nice kind of guy. Juan never has complained about him. A bit envious of Juan, I wondered what it would be like having sex with an older guy.
"Finished! You go and find clothes for me now, Aron?"
"Sure. Let's go."
Not that I didn't trust the two alone, I trailed along with them. As we walked the hallway, dad came from the jon, a towel wrapped around his waist.
Juan commented, "Ai chiwowwa, what a hot tamale!"
My dad didn't say anything, putting a smile on his pink face, as he hurried along to his room.
In our room, Juan made comment, "I don't know if you like me to say this, but dad like me, I think."
"Sure he does. We can both see that," Aron says.
"No, you don't see amigos. Dad 'like' like me."
Aron, holding up a pair of jeans for Juan, stops dead. We stare at each other.
I ask, "Just what do you mean by that, Juan? It's as if you're saying my dad is... is..."
"That's what I say amigos!"
Finishing out his statement, Juan's hand slipped down into his briefs and he fondled his cock.
"Why did you do that?" Aron asks him.
"I tell you what I think, because you ask."
"Naaaah," I replied to what I thought it meant that Juan was saying, as he gestured with his hand. "My dad?"
"Si. He like me!"
"But you're just a kid, like us."
"Almost eighteen," he told us.
I wasn't sure how old Juan was now, but I wanted the truth.
"Juan," I began, like my dad would do with my hand on his shoulder.
"Feel good amigo!" he joked.
"Juan, I'm not trying to be funny here."
"Sorry, amigo. I be sinseer."
"Now I want the truth, Juan. How old are you?"
He grinned, without his teeth showing. I sensed he wanted to get out the truth this time.
"Dad's going to want to know the truth, if..." I think Aron started to say what I thought Juan strove to get across, down in the kitchen, but he stopped short with his words, like me and detoured to, "if you want to go to market on Saturday's with him."
"Okie dokie. I tell you truth. I be eighteen soon. Next week."
"So, you're pretending to be sixteen, Juan?"
"Si. This way I be smarter than other guys."
In my estimation, Juan didn't have any superior intelligence and appeared to be less a scholar than Aron, myself or even some of the other kids at school.
"Juan, I'm not trying to belittle you or anything..."
"That okay, Mark. I am only five feet nine inch tall, anyway!"
Aron and I giggled, knowing Juan misinterpeted my questioning.
Picking up on the real meaning, Aron asks, "Juan, what are your grades like in school?"
"I am one smart guy. I pass everything!"
He knocked the pants out of Aron's hand, moving his pointing finger through the air, to signify all classes.
"Oops!" Juan replied, picking up the pants. He offered them back to Aron.
"No, they are for you, Juan."
"Nice. I pay you back when I get job at market."
"Is that why you want to go to the market, Juan?"
"I want to help dad and get job. My first pioritry is to help dad."
Aron and I smiled. I approached Juan even closer. Strangely, I didn't think Aron would mind this. He didn't, as I put my arms around Juan and hugged him. Our barechests pressed together. Aron wanted in on the affection and approached the side of us. I opened up a portal for him, breaking the embrace of my right arm inbetween Juan's left arm. We formed a threeway hug.
"This mean you like me, guys?"
I replied, "Yes, even though you're a short guy who doesn't always tell the truth!"
"Mark is joking. You know that, Juan?"
"I know. Mark like me!"
I wanted to get one last dib in, so I took hold of the little patch of trail hair below his navel and gave a tug.
"That only reason why you like me Mark?"
So Juan got the last jab, as the three of us watched me pull his trail hair away from below his navel.
"Stop it, Mark," Aron fussed. "You'll make his cock hard again and he'll be late for dad!"
The three laughed, breaking their hugging and proceeded to dress. Juan and dad loaded up the truck and headed towards the market. Mark and busied ourselves with the chores, ending with filling the barn with fresh hay. For a fall day, it seemed so sticky hot in the old, wooden barn.
"Whew!" I remember saying, as I unbuttoned my shirt.
"Why don't you just take it off, Mark?"
"Why? So you can get a better view, Aron?"
"Damn right!"
I laughed and then did what he wanted me to do. I walked over and lay it over the 'whipping table'.
"Might as well use this for something more useful."
"I could think of a way to utilize it, Mark."
After stripping off his shirt, Aron runs over and instead of straddling it like we did for a whipping, he lays lengthwise, on his stomach, stretching his arms way above his head.
"C'mon Aron. Stop being a dope."
"I'm not."
Then I saw that he wasn't trying to joke, as he ground his crotch into the wood.
"Aron, what in the hell are you doing?"
"Oh man does this wood feel great on my bare chest!"
Aron propped himself up on his elbows. The imprint of the wood stay embedded on his chest, as far as I could see.
"Mark, tie me down. I want to see how it feels."
"Tie you down, Aron? What're you insane?"
"C'mon Mark. It's only you and I."
"No."
"Please?"
I stood there leaning on the pitchfork, staring at Aron. Again, the look on his face made it tough to say 'no', regardless of the weird demand he asked of me.
"Por favor? You can use the rope hanging over there, Mark?"
Rolling my eyes, I picked up the fork and lay it against the barn wall, next to where the rope hung.
"Well, Mark?"
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, the open end of the loop of rope in my right hand.
"Tie it around my wrists."
"Your wrists?"
"Yeah and then... then stretch it to that post above my head."
"Aron, I really don't want to do this."
"Okay. No problemo," he coined Juan's phrase, but didn't make a motion to move an inch.
So, I played along.
"Sure you want this, Aron?"
A smile told me he did. So I dropped the bulk of the rope and with one wrist held up, began looping it around.
"Ooooooh that feels sooooooo hot!"
"I didn't even tie the knot in the rope yet, Aron."
"I know, but it feels so erotic. Thanks Mark!"
What could I do? I smiled back, but then went back to my work of tying the knot in the rope around Aron's left wrist.
"Now the other one," he prompted, lifted his right wrist up to meet his left.
I didn't way a word, but looked into Aron's eyes. Surprising myself, I could tie up his right wrist, fastening it to his left, without removing my gaze into his brown marblesque eyes. To my amazement, I began to feel something churning in my crotch. Aron read right through me.
"You're getting something out of this, aren't you Mark?"
"No," I lied, like Juan. "I'm doing this only for your benefit, Aron."
If I said I was, I know Aron would want me to do this all the time. I wanted this to be the first and last time we did this sort of activity.
"There. Now let me untie you and..."
"Nooooooo... you've got to tie my wrists to that pole, Mark!"
Figuring he would give up with the tying of his wrists together, proved futile. As I walked the few feet, end of the rope in hand, I found myself doing Juan's trick of pressing my cock down the leg of my tight jeans. Standing at the post, I wrapped the rope around it.
"No, Mark. You have to pull it tight."
I gave the rope a little tug. It straightened out Aron's arms on the wooden slab. I proceeded to tie it.
"No, Mark. Pull it really hard."
After rolling my eyes, I gave it a little tug. It raised Aron's arms off of the wooden slab a little bit.
"No, Mark. Give it a big pull!"
Tiring of the cat and mouse game, I put my weight behind the end of the rope and heaved it in the opposite direction of Aron.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he cried out.
"Aron! Aron! I'm sorry!" I replied, quickly letting the rope slack.
"Noooooo! Don't stop, Mark!"
"But I... You hurt!"
"Yeah and it felt awesome!"
"You... you liked it?"
"Yeah," Aron replied, giving me a little smile.
"Wait a minute."
"What, Mark?"
I wanted to see for myself what kind of kick Aron got out of this. Reporting to his side, I had a view of his back. It had a mixture of older remnants of his first whipping and some of the newer punishment. I put my arm around his back and lifted the side of his body.
"Oooowwwch!"
"Just as I thought. Aron, you've got some splinters stuck in your chest and stomach."
"Do I?"
I also checked up on one more thing, moving my hand under his crotch.
"I can't believe your cock is hard over this, Aron."
"It feels good, Mark."
"Is is feeling good because I'm doing it to you?"
"Yeah. That's some of it."
"So, you're looking at me as some bad guy, like your dad, Aron?"
"No!" he stood his ground. "You are nothing like my father and don't you ever tell me that again, Mark!"
Aron showed true anger and I felt embarrassed after mentioning the fact.
"Sorry, Aron."
"Can you finish?"
"What?"
Aron's head motioned towards the post, "With my wrists?"
"I think it a little insane to drive anymore wood splinters into your body, Aron."
With that, he shimmied himself up to a sitting position. Loosening itself around the pole, the fourteen year old brought his coupled wrists down in front of himself.
"Oh man, you've got a couple of splinters that are a doozie, Aron."
"Just pull them out, Mark."
I didn't want to, but if they stayed under Aron's skin, I was sure they would get infected. Fortunately there was something to hold onto. I plucked all three out, but not to any pleasure on my part. Aron winced with each one, however he didn't beg me to stop.
"There, now can we stop playing around?"
Beginning to untie Aron, he pulled the conglomerate of ropes and skin away from my attending.
"No, c'mon finish with me."
"I am finished with you Aron. Look at your chest."
He looked down at the three spots that had a little visible blood.
"That's nothing, Mark. C'mon. I want to see how it feels to be tied helpless."
"Helpless?"
"Yeah and with you doing it, well..."
I knew Aron wouldn't get this out of his system until I had finished our 'playing around'. So, I looked around.
"Here. Come over here. I gotta untie one wrist."
"Nice," Aron coined Juan's word for 'really good'.
"Stand here."
Aron smiled, as I made him stand in front of place where small tools hung above, along the wall of the barn. The lead of rope from his right wrist hung down to the floor. I picked it up and tossed it a few times, til it caught on a hook. With no way for any abrasion to occur, I pulled harshly. Aron's right arm shot up in the air, above his head.
"Oh yeaaaaaaaah!" Aron shouted out.
Looking up and down his right arm, Aron showed as much joy, as if being presented with keys to a Cadillac.
"This is real nice, Mark."
"Well, I hope you're getting your jollies, Aron."
Aron wasn't the only one. The pressure on my jeans began to feel the immense intensity of my cock's broadening. I didn't understand the sensations, but after binding his other arm and heaving it up over his head, well just the sight of seeing Aron on his tiptoes, his pits dark and arms fully extended, I can't express the awesome 'niceness' of it!
"What do you think, Mark?"
Quite by accident, not wanting Aron to know my true expressions, I babbled, "Nice."
Then something further developed. I walked over to Aron and began that stare. My hands went to the sides of his body and I began sliding them up and down the flanks of his ribs. Being a couple of inches taller, I came about even with his face. I leaned in and began kissing him. Leaning in, I caressed his whole body and drank in his love. Our bodies rubbed together, unaware of the buildup of sweat.
"Aaaahhhkkkk.."
"Oh, did I hurt you?" I asked, realizing my grip on his body wreaked havoc on his wrist bindings.
"No," came Aron's reply. "Keep on, Mark."
I didn't argue the point. I guess by now Aron had figured out that I was getting into this as much as himself. Lovers have a tendency to tell things like that without having to ask.
"Mark?"
"Huh?" I hardly audibly replied, licking away at Aron's neck.
"Can we try something else?"
"Wrists getting sore?"
"A little."
"Why didn't you say so?" I replied, coming out of my sweet love makings.
I untied the rope from the ring in the floor, normally reserved to steady a horse for shoeing. Aron winced as his arm flopped down, then the other.
"What is it you wanted to try, Aron?"
Only a half hour or so ago I wanted to give up this new venture. Now I beckoned Aron on for some new ideas. Did I really like all this?
"Here," Aron said, turning around. "Tie my hands behind my back."
This time I didn't question Aron's objectives, but went with the flow. I did what he asked and fastened the rope around his joined wrists.
"Now what?" I asked.
Aron didn't have to spell out the plan. Instead, he turned around, dropped to his knees and opened his mouth.
"You sly fox you, Aron!" I called him, grinning.
I unbuckled my belt.
"Yeah, take it off, Mark? Please?"
"I'm not going to hit you, if that's what you want?"
"No, I'm not asking you to. Take it off and hang it around my neck. That's all."
"No harm in that, I guess."
Aron hadn't thought of it, nor had the chance to tuck his cock down his pants leg and it bulged his crotch noticably.
"Oooooo yeah!" Aron sighed when I hung my leather belt around his neck, letting the buckle and the end with the holes dangle down.
Next, I began dismantling my pants, unbuttoning my jeans, then lowering the zipper. I smiled when Aron licked his lips in anticipation.
"You really want my cock, don't you Aron?"
"Yeah, I do Mark. I want to suck on it and make you feel good."
"Only good?"
"Nooo. I want to make you feel real 'nice'!"
I figured I'd play around with Aron a little. Just for the fun of it. Tease him a little. When I lowered my jeans, my hard cock already stuck through the right leg opening of my white briefs.
"You 'did' like tying me up, didn't you Mark?"
"Like you didn't know, Aron?"
We both giggled, then became more serious after my briefs met my pants. The devil in me took over, as I leaned forward. The tip of my cock almost became within reach of his tongue. Aron leaned forward. I shot my ass back.
"Heeeeeey!" Aron squealed out loud.
"Hee hee heeeeee.." I laughed in a devilous tone.
Aron scooted forward on his knees. I stepped backwards. All the time we both giggled at the 'game'.
I then realized that the barn floor had been no more comfortable for Aron to travel on, than for his chest and stomach to be dragged on the splintery board. Yet, I knew he wouldn't stop approaching me unless I did something about it, to halt his actions.
"Where are you going?"
"Just do what I tell you to."
I didn't realize it at the time, but that had been my first directive to Aron, as he would remind me later.
"Okay, Mark."
I helped Aron up and we traversed back the two feet he had crawled on his knees.
"Down on your knees again."
"Okay, Mark."
Aron had to look over his shoulder, to watch me tie the rope to the barn pole behind him. I made sure that if he tried to crawl towards me this time that it would pressure on his arms, stretching them awkwardly backwards. That would surely stop him from trying to catch my cock!
"Nice idea, Mark."
"Now you just try and get a taste of me!"
We connected with a smile. On passing back in front of Aron, I bent down, moved his face upwards and kissed him. Then I began once again with the game.
"Mark?"
"You want to get untied?"
"No. The belt."
"Oh yeah."
My belt lying on the barn floor seemed to turn into a powerful, erotic weapon. As I bent down to pick it up, something else caught my attention. I knelt down, then looked up into Aron's eyes, as I began unbuttoning, unzipping his jeans.
"Want me to stand so you can strip them, Mark?"
"Nope. Don't want to make you too comfortable!" I grinned.
"Thanks," came the unlikely reply.
"My pleasure," I showed the toothy grin.
After peeling his jeans back as far as the tough denim would permit, I reached inside his briefs.
"OOoooooooohhhh," Aron sighed, closing his eyes.
I don't know why, but it also made him lean forward, pulling at his bondaged arms.
"Feels so good, Mark!"
I swear... there were tears in Aron's eyes.
"Aron, you crying?"
All I could think of to accompany my inquisitiveness was to follow with hugging him. My hard cock hit Aron hard in the stomach, but mattered not to either of us. It soon fell flat against his body, the small amount of ooze skating up his belly. After kissing, licking Aron's neck and even trying something new; getting my tongue far into his pits to taste his salty sweat, I backed down. My right hand caught me from losing my balance. It flattened against the barn floor, clasping hay and my leather belt. An idea came to mind. I didn't know what effect it would have on us.
"The belt," is all Aron muttered.
I replied a simple, "Yeah."
Picking it up, again caressed Aron, only I brought the belt up from the floor, laying it flat against his back. I began moving it up and down his back. At this point, my cock lay on top of Aron's. We both felt the pulsating effects of our love making and the belt-massage. It didn't take long for me to clench each end of the belt in a hand and use it to keep my body taut against Aron. I sensed that Aron felt the same way I did. The bondage, the belt, the sweat, the sexual encounter; all had been attributed to our erotic desires of the moment.
"Ooooh yeah, Mark... this is sooooo nice!"
I seemed oblivious, yet knowing that Aron's arms were stretching far behind him, yet he didn't cry out in pain. Even in the autumn of the year, the barn felt like a hundred and ten degrees.
"Mark, I need more."
To my entire surprise, I replied, "I know you do?"
"You do?" Aron said to me, as I stood with the belt in hand.
"I mean, no.. um..."
I then woke up to the fact of the words I spoke and what they meant. We both knew what they meant. Standing there, now completely nude, my pants and briefs shucked off, I held the belt in two hands, looking down at those two pleading eyes.
"Please, Mark?"
"I don't know, Aron."
My hand caught some cock spit and I looked at it, as watched my thumb graze the liquid over my fingertips.
"You need to do it too, Mark."
'This is lunacy', I thought to myself, but part of me wanted to do it. I wanted please Aron so much that it caused confusion within me. I didn't want to hurt him, yet he wanted it.
"I.... I can't, Aron."
In defeat, Aron leaned back. He could touch the floor with his arms. His head looked like it was ready to snap off the back of his shoulders, as his closed eyes faced the roof of the barn.
"Aron, I'm sorry. I love you."
"Then..." softly it came, then with more effort, "Then do it."
It was scary. Like Aron were tripping over the deep end and falling into the pool. What little thing could I do to appease him, I thought. He leaned back. I stared momentarily at his chest and stomach, his cock lying there, oozing it's sweet cream. 'Well maybe if I just tapped the belt on his chest, then he would come out of it.' Actually, I thought Aron was on the verge of crying. He wanted it so bad. So, I straightened out the length of my belt. Pressing my sweaty hair back, I advanced a little towards him. I didn't know whether I'd live to regret this, but I couldn't leave Aron in the state he was in. I uttered something which totally made up my mind to carry out with my plan, 'better me than some stranger'!
"Huh?" Aron said, as I more or less lay the piece of leather, lengthwise down his body from his chest down to his navel.
I smiled. He smiled.
"Thanks."
"Can I untie you now, Aron?"
"No," came the reply.
"I didn't think so," I realistically replied, knowing I wouldn't get away this easy on him. "I suppose you want it harder?"
"Por favor?" Came the plea.
"I'm probably going to hate myself for this. You want to stand so I can do it on your back?"
"No."
"You're a sick fuck, Aron!"
"Which makes you a sick fuck too, Mark!"
Aron sat back, jutting out his chest, proud to receive the beltings from my hand. I didn't live to regret the light lashings I delivered to Aron's chest. In fact I got into doing it. Sure, a couple of times I delivered a hard slap of the belt against his tenderskinned chest, but after waiting a minute I was reassured by Aron that all was copasetic.
"Akkkkkkkkkkk..ooooooooh!"
"Too hard?"
"No..."
"One more, okay?"
"Three."
"Two."
"Okay. Whatever you want, Mark."
I found that we both thrived on the element of surprise. So I made the next one light and then the last one on the heavy side.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
The last lash across Aron's chest also had been the worst. It left a nice red welt about an inch above his nips. I immediately jumped down to the floor and took Aron in my arms. Instead of trying to push me away, he showed eternal gratefullness with carrying through with the episode.
"Mark?"
"No more, Aron."
"I know, but... would you... fuck me?"
After staring in each other's eyes, then kissing each other, I began untying him. Without saying anything to Aaron, he walked over to the 'whipping table'. After shedding his pants and briefs, he leaned over the wooden slab. I used the only lube at hand, my cock juice. Not thinking there had been enough, I went to the second source, Aron's.
"Mark, can you..."
I read Aron's thoughts.
"You and your bondage!"
The rope still tied around one wrist, I brought both behind his back and fastened them tightly together.
"I hope you can explain your way out of the ropeburn on your wrists, Aron."
"I don't care about that. Just get inside me, please!"
No contest to that. I had to laugh to myself quickly though, as the rope had dangled down Aron's asscrack, in my way to his hole. After swinging it aside, I didn't hesitate any longer. At this point I didn't care how dried up the 'lube' had been. My only desire had been to get inside Aron, my love, and fuck him. I don't know why, but I had no feelings to whether it hurt him or not. It didn't seem to. Sometimes he uttered something. I wouldn't know if he sensed it tearing into him or not, but I forced my cock straight in. I wondered why I wasn't being as gentle as last night.
"Oooooooh..." Aron sighed.
Not knowing how long I fucked Aron, didn't matter. It felt nice. Real nice. Totally nice. Awesomely nice. Too nice for whatever nice I could come up with. Like last night, Aron's ass rim was tight and I loved feeling my cock pass in and out of his chambers. Even though we both sweated up a storm, nothing felt hotter than being planted inside Aron's hole. I reflected on all that happened to us, after we entered the barn. Nothing brought a sad feeling to me. Rather, I felt more happy than almost any other time in my sixteen years of life. Building up to the present second, I sensed the time to shoot my load. Increasing with the voracity of a hundred and ten mile hurricane, I began pounding Aron's ass hard, slapping my balls up against his ass. Reaching forwards at moment of climax, I grabbed Aron's shoulders and utilized them as a climax to trying to get my cock in as deep as possible. I found myself tearing at the beauty of the moment. In a minute or two I crashed down onto Aron's back.
I heard a faint, "Do me, too?"
Panting in a frenzy, I reached down between our legs. My wet cock stained my forearm, as I found Aron's cock. I stroked it til Aron cried out in ecstasy, shooting his load into the hay below.
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animals can make such a mess to clean up! continued.........
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