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The first slow thrust was gentle enough, but that’s where the gentle ended. He started using those fine biceps and thick forearms to fuck the living hell out of me. Like he was trying to push a piece of wood through a brick wall.
Once he got going on that, I started feeling slaps to my ass alongside the dildo. One hard smack that sounded so loud I was sure those visions of people bursting into the room would come to pass, but no one came.
“Whoa, boy, that’s nice,” he’d say, then fuck me faster. I felt every vein of the fake prick as it rushed through my ring, felt his hands on me, gripping my muscles when he wasn’t slapping them.
It was a rush of activity, impossible to keep track or focus on one sensation, because the second I did, Noah would switch things up until I was spinning all over again. A pinch, a slap, slowing the thrusts of the dildo, speeding them, twisting it, pumping it in short bursts, then another hard slap to my ass.
I was gargling on my need to scream out, but refused to do it. The rope was biting into the corners of my mouth, but that was nothing compared to what happened next.
Noah pulled the rope, thus pulling my head back with it. Like he was galloping on the back of a horse, he pulled my head back to stop me.
And it fucking worked. I lost all the confusion and the spinning of my head slowed, just like the dildo ceased movement in my ass. “Whoa, boy. Whoa, big boy.” Loosening the rope, Noah let my head fall back on the pillow and I pushed at it with my tongue to give my mouth a break. “Take a few breaths, boy. I’m just getting started.”
I wanted to cry, and I don’t know if it was for happiness or if I was already worn through, but that feeling left me quickly. He pulled the rope from my mouth and leaned over the bed to examine my face.
“How you doing?”
“I’m good,” I said, and meant it. “Can I get some water?”
“Of course you can.”
He went to the mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water, bringing it to me and turning me to the side as much as the ropes would allow, setting the lip of the bottle to my mouth. “Easy now,” he said as I drank and half spilled from the corner of my mouth.
After my head was back on the pillow, I saw the pride in Noah’s eyes as he gazed down on me while twisting the top back on the bottle. “Damn, Eli.” He brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, and then ran a finger over my lips. “Such a sweet boy.”
With that, I was calmed.
The calm didn’t last long, however, as things were about to get rough again, and, in fact, rougher. I watched Noah taking his belt off and he played with it where I could see. It was a worn leather belt, one I’d seen him wear every day since I’d been at the ranch. A worn belt like that could be used softly, the pliancy of it like a caress, or it could lie down a smack that would burn like a blowtorch.
I’ll let you guess for a second or two which one would apply to my ass and legs in the coming hour.
“Safeword?”
I answered while I could still speak plainly, “Red.”
“Good. Holler it after I get the rope back on if you need it. I don’t hear it I’m gonna give you one hell of a lickin’.”
My face moved into the pillow as I gave a little scream/laugh and then turned again to see him smiling at me. “I’m good to go, Daddy.”
“Good! Let’s get this party really started.”
Now, I was on the bed for a little bit while Noah did some preparation. He got more of the rope, and I couldn’t see much, but it became clear what he was doing once it was done. See, he was throwing the rope around, and I thought, hey, maybe he’s finally doing the lasso thing I’d been waiting for, but no…
He’d thrown it over the bed, gone to the other side, then threw the coil under so that it was secure around the bed. He’d left enough slack to wrap a part of it around the base of the big dildo that he was about to stick in my ass. The way he did it so it worked, I will probably never know, but the sheer ingenuity stunned me.
The other rope was set in my mouth again, then the dildo inserted. He tightened the rope so that the dildo would stay in my ass and then he climbed between my legs again and started using the belt like a riding crop to make me… and I’m using his words now.Giddy up!
At first, I did not know what he meant, but I understood quick enough. He wanted me to move my hips, as if I was a horse and he was riding. I barked a laugh that cut off pretty quickly as the belt came down on my ass, and I felt that nasty sting. I bucked my hips and Noah let out a series of laughs interspersed withgiddy-upsandyeehaws!
Whatever he’d done with the ropes, it worked, because as I bucked my hips, that dildo was fucking me. Or maybe I was fucking it. At that point, I don’t think I would have remembered my name.
There was an amazing mixture of pain, pleasure, humiliation, and movement. I had no thoughts in my head at all, because all I could do was move, feel, buck like a wild horse that needed tamed.
I don’t think, looking back, that I could have said a word, except maybe my safeword, that was ingrained in me to say if it was needed. But thankfully, it wasn’t. The dildo was sliding over my prostate, the belt was giving me licks of luscious pain, harder and harder as I went, and Noah took the “reins” he’d made, the rope in my mouth, pulling it back, but not to stop me. No, that time it was for him to hold on while he whipped me and made me go faster.
It was a good thing we weren’t in that spare bedroom, with the bed that squealed like a screaming rabbit caught in a trap. We’d have had the entire motel coming for us, but as it was, the noise, as loud as it felt to me at the time, was minimal.
I was close to coming, as my cock was sliding over the sheets as I bucked my hips. Sure, I’d likely have fucking friction burns on the thing, but at the time, I didn’t care. The rubbing of it was welcomed, as the dildo banged over my sweet spot and the lick of the belt on the cheeks of my ass and thighs, it was all fucking amazing.
