Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

Easton gasped. There was some pain, but the momentary discomfort quickly turned to pleasure. Trent rocked his hips and Easton felt every inch of the man’s shaft deep inside him as he started to move hard and fast. Trent set a punishing rhythm, and each time he thrust, sent waves of pleasure through Easton’s body. Easton wanted to reach down and jack his cock, but he didn’t dare move. Riding the edge or his climax, Easton did his best to hold back and wait for Trent to grant him permission to come.

A hard slap came down on Easton’s ass and he slammed his eyes shut. One more smack and his second orgasm tore through him, making him scream.

Trent moved his hands up. He grabbed Easton’s shoulders, gripping him hard for leverage. His thrusts became jerky as he pounded into Easton. Harder. Faster. His fingers dug into Easton’s shoulder muscles as he came. Warm spunk filled Easton’s ass. He felt the man’s release pour into him.

A moment later, Trent collapsed on top of Easton, panting for breath. He turned his head to the side and smiled, enjoying Trent’s weight. It felt comforting in a way that Easton couldn’t explain and he wanted the man to stay connected to him, but Trent pulled away. Easton winced at the loss. Trent’s seed trickled out of him and he moved his ass, enjoying the feeling. He loved having Trent inside of him even if the man himself wasn’t.

Trent climbed off the bed and Easton turned his head. He watched as Trent strode to the dresser. He pulled something out and walked back. Before Easton could even ask, Trent held up a large stainless-steel butt plug. He turned it over in his hand, revealing a diamond-like stone at the base.

“Keep your ass in the air for me.” Trent growled.

He held the tip of the plug against Easton’s ass and pushed it inside. The cold steel was a contrast against the heat he felt. He let out a small yelp once the plug was firmly in place. Trent tapped the end and Easton shivered. His cock stirred, taking notice, once again wanting attention.

“I want that plug to be in your ass when you come over tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Easton asked, as he dropped to his side, staring intently at Trent.

“It’s time for you to go home, Easton.”

Those words felt like a slap in the face after all they had shared. Was this it? Was this their whole relationship? Fuck, did they even have a relationship? At first, Easton hadn’t minded the idea of casual sex. But now, he wanted the other man to care for him the way he was starting to. With his throat clogged with emotion, Easton didn’t say a word as he slid off the bed.

He picked his dirty clothes off the floor and dressed haphazardly. He waited for Trent to say something, anything, but the space between them remained silent.
Why does my heart hurt?
When he was fully dressed, he brushed past Trent and headed for the front door.

Grabbing his hat off the hook, he shoved it on his head before speed walking to the truck.

Maybe Trent really didn’t care about him. Maybe he was too soft.
What made you think he even liked you? Just because he wants to fuck, doesn’t mean he actually wants a relationship. It’s my own fault.
Trent had warned him, but Easton’s craving for the man was too great. Shaking his head, Easton pushed the negative thoughts away. He might be young and a little naïve, but Easton knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted Trent for longer than a brief sexual affair.

Easton followed Trent’s orders and kept the plug firmly planted in his ass. He took another shower when he got home before climbing into bed and going to sleep. When he woke up, he started a new day without removing the steel. With every movement he made, Easton was aware of the plug and his mind seemed to be solely focused on Trent, which turned him on and pissed him off simultaneously.

He went through an internal battle whether he should remove the plug and disobey Trent or just try to deal with it and make it through the day. Out of his depth and slightly uncomfortable, Easton managed to pull on his jeans and tuck his erection away. His cock wouldn’t deflate and Easton didn’t want to take the time to jack off when chores were waiting.

Moving slower than usual, he made it downstairs to sit with the rest of the men for breakfast. He was normally awake and out the door before the household woke up, but everyone seemed to be up early for some unknown reason. Sitting down for breakfast was an eye-opening experience as he shifted on the chair, trying to find some relief.
Fuck!

“You doing okay over there?” Oliver asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “You just don’t look very comfortable.”

“I’m fine.” He waved Oliver’s concern away.

“Trent’s foreman and the other hands should be back in town by the end of the week,” Wyatt informed him, and Easton nodded as he took a bite.

He didn’t want to talk about the end. He knew what would happen. Trent’s employees would show up and he would no longer be needed at Twin Acres.
Just enjoy it while it lasts.

“You’ll be able to take a break soon. I’m sure he’s working you pretty hard over there.” Easton’s eyes widened slightly as he choked down his bite.
If they only knew how hard Trent works me.

Easton ate quickly before excusing himself and heading for Trent’s ranch. With each step, he wondered if Trent would make him wear the damn plug all day.

When he arrived at Twin Acres, Trent greeted him inside the barn. “Unbutton your shirt and pull out your cock.”

Without asking a single question, Easton obeyed the man’s orders. A small voice inside his mind cheered, relived that Trent still wanted to play with him, even though at the end of the day, he knew he’d be sent away without a kiss good-bye. At least now he was prepared. When he was fully exposed to Trent’s wondering eyes, the man walked closer.

Reaching inside his front pocket, Trent pulled out a thick leather cord and a pair of clamps. Just looking at the innocent items, Easton knew his work day was going to be more of a challenge. Having the plug securely in his ass was one thing, but with the cord around his aching shaft and clamps biting his sensitive nipples, he wouldn’t make it.

Trent reached out and palmed Easton’s dick. He tried to stay still, but his hips refused, pushing forward, desperately searching for release. Trent chuckled at Easton’s obvious distress and he knew the older man wouldn’t grant him permission to come.

“Hold out your hand for me.”

Easton held his hand out, palm up, and Trent dropped the metal chain containing the clamps. He weighed the chain, wondering what it would feel like, but quickly lost his train of thought as Trent wrapped the leather cord around his cock and balls. The man wasn’t gentle, but the bite of pain cleared Easton’s mind, helping him to focus on something besides blowing his load into Trent’s hand.

“Oh…so good,” he moaned.

Abandoning his shaft, Trent lifted the silver chain from Easton’s outstretched hand. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, gently biting down before licking the hurt away with his tongue. Trent moved back and forth until Eaton was sure he’d come, or at the very least, lose his mind. When the man finally leaned back, he winked.

Trent slowly loosened the clamp before clipping it to Easton’s nipple. “Shit!” he shouted.

“Is it too much?” Trent asked, ready to remove the sharp edges from Easton’s nipple, but he shook his head, taking a few deep breaths.

“No, sir.”

“Is this your first time wearing clamps?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Then I won’t leave them on for very long.” Trent attached the second clamp and Easton clamped down on his jaw, gritting his teeth. Taking a step back, he looked Easton up and down and licked his lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as a slow smile spread across his lips.

“Thank you.”

“You can fix your clothing and start with the stalls.”

Easton watched as Trent turned on his heel and left the barn. Once the man was out of sight, Easton pulled up his jeans and briefs, careful of his cock. He grimaced as he zipped up before buttoning his shirt and getting to work. He collected the tools he needed and started working.

Easton spent the rest of the morning working inside the barn. The clamps bit into his flesh and moved beneath his long-sleeve work shirt and his cock was bound with a heavy leather cord. With each move he made, he felt the plug move, the leather cord tighten, and clamps sway. The image of Trent’s cum still deep inside his hole, filling him, made his cock stay hard.

Every move he made, he felt Trent. It was as if the man owned him body and soul.

As the minutes ticked by, his need became a living, breathing force. He couldn’t concentrate, which made completing his daily chores incredibly difficult. When Trent finally strode into the barn, Easton was shaking. Trent looked at him and Easton swallowed hard.

“I need,” he panted, dropping the rake to the ground. He couldn’t hide the truth, not anymore. He needed relief and he was willing to beg for it.

“You need me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Easton nodded rapidly.

After barely being able to complete simple chores, he wanted to have Trent’s cock buried inside his ass. He needed to feel the man claiming his body once more. Trent strode toward him. He undid Easton pants before turning him around.

“Get on your hands and knees, boy.”

Easton followed his orders, dropping down onto the clean hay. Trent got down behind him and pulled the plug free. He didn’t have time to think before the man’s slippery shaft slid deep into his ass in one smooth thrust and Easton yelled out. This was what he needed, wanted, craved. Trent leaned forward, covering Easton’s back, snapping his hips back and forth. He rode Easton hard and fast, taking him to the edge within seconds.

Holding fists full of hay, Easton hung on for the ride of his life.

His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, but Easton knew he wouldn’t come, not until Trent told him to. He was no longer in control. The thought gave him pause, but he didn’t have time to contemplate it further, not with Trent pounding his hard cock into Easton’s ass, marking and claiming him.

Trent removed the leather cord with a few flicks of his wrist. “Come for me, baby.”

Easton threw his head back against Trent’s shoulder as his orgasm slammed into him with so much force he thought he might actually pass out from the pleasure. His body shook, muscles flexing as long jets of spunk shot out of his shaft.

“Trent!”

His ass tightened around Trent’s shaft and the man’s hips jerked wildly. Then Trent moaned low in his throat, his body shaking before Easton felt his warm cum shooting inside of his body. Falling forward, Easton closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m going to remove the clamps now. They’ve been on a little too long. When I remove them, it’s gonna hurt. Take a deep breath,” he said, and Easton kept his eyes closed as Trent pulled his shaft free.

Trent unbuttoned his shirt and carefully removed each clamp. Easton thought he was tough, but ended up yelling out from the pain slowly turning into pleasure. Trent grabbed him by the back of the neck and Easton’s eyes shot open right before the man kissed him. He groaned, moving into the kiss. His hands gripped Trent’s shoulders and he wanted to weep with joy.

Finally, it felt like they were making some real progress.

* * * *

Trent kissed Easton, hoping to ease some of the hurt.

He hadn’t meant to stay away for so long, but watching Easton try to work was a sight to behold. The young man moaned with each movement he made, shifting his hips and arching his back. Trent could spot the outline of the nipple clamps under Easton’s shirt and his cock pushing against the zipper of his jeans, begging for release. Trent had used every shred of self-control he possessed to stay hidden even though he wanted to rush back into the barn and strip Easton down.

Lifting a hand, he gently rubbed the man’s nipples and Easton pushed his chest into Trent’s hand, his entire body shuddering from the contact. Their tongues danced and swirled, pulling a deep moan from his throat. The man’s lips were addicting and Trent knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t ever get enough.

What the hell am I going to do?

Easton’s relaxed demeanor changed as he wrapped his arms around Trent’s neck and rolled them, placing Trent on top of him. He smashed their mouths together, teeth banging in a maelstrom of passion. Trent felt like he was being consumed as Easton brushed his tongue around inside Trent’s mouth, exploring. There was so much emotion in the kiss that Trent found it hard to breathe.

Pulling back, he stared at Easton’s closed eyes and kiss-swollen lips. His future flashed inside his mind and Trent could see Easton by his side. It scared the hell out of him and he swallowed down the panic. He’d tried to keep an emotional distance, but it was useless.

Easton had entranced him from the moment he’d stepped foot onto the ranch. He’d lost his family and Trent wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive the loss of yet another person he loved.

It was the end of yet another work day and the end of the week. The time spent with Trent was the most erotic days of Easton’s life. Going to the man’s ranch each morning, he was never sure what Trent had planned for him, but Easton was a willing participant. Throughout the week, Trent had introduced him to the wonderful world of bondage, domination, and submission. He would do anything.

Trent owned him—body, heart, and soul. It was becoming harder, though, too, since Easton was falling in love and Trent didn’t seem to have the same feelings.