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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.
Chapter 8
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.
When the sun set at the end of each day and playtime was over, Trent sent Easton home, back to the Belt Buckle Ranch. Although there were subtle changes—Trent no longer referred to him as boy . Instead, the man was calling him baby. It had to mean something. At least, he hoped it meant something significant.
Taking a deep breath, Easton put away his tools as he gave himself an internal pep-talk. He’d been trying to figure out a way to talk
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.
Chapter 8
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.
When the sun set at the end of each day and playtime was over, Trent sent Easton home, back to the Belt Buckle Ranch. Although there were subtle changes—Trent no longer referred to him as boy . Instead, the man was calling him baby. It had to mean something. At least, he hoped it meant something significant.
Taking a deep breath, Easton put away his tools as he gave himself an internal pep-talk. He’d been trying to figure out a way to talk
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