Tim's hand moved back to his cock. The moisture from Hugh's sucking and stroking had dried, but his cock was already growing hard again. He saw the younger gentleman walk into the house and heard his demand that Tim not come in unless he was ready to submit to him, with a swollen dick to prove it. That didn't take long. Tim left his cock out as he opened the truck door and walked toward the farmhouse. His heart was beating fast, every step taking him closer to an experience he'd never had before, one where he would allow another to be the Boss, and not just another, but a younger man who he'd been infatuated with for weeks.
He opened the screen door, the main door having been left ajar; a rare Arizona breeze brushed in behind him. He closed the screen door; his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room as he walked into the living room. The sound of another reached him just as he felt strong hands grab his hips and pull him back. "I'm gonna fuck your ass," the deep voice hissed into his ear.
Tim's cock jerked, his breath stolen for a moment. He moaned, feeling Hugh's hands move down to splay over his stomach and then one wrapped around his dick. His lip shivered as the man worked his rod up and down with a firm grasp. "Strip and then head to the room at the top right of the stairs. Take a leak or a crap, if you need to, then wait for me."
Hugh released Tim and slapped his ass, then walked away. Tim took in a deep drag of air, trying to comprehend how he felt being spoken to so harshly and slapped with a firm and steady hand. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shorts. Tim headed up the stairs, his long legs making short work of the steep steps. Once he reached the landing, he found a bathroom and took care of his needs, though they only consisted of relieving a very beer-filled bladder and that was a bit difficult with his raging hard-on. He then made his way to the room Hugh had instructed him to go to and waited. His eyes never left the dark mahogany, four poster bed.
He heard Hugh's steps coming up the stairs and turned to greet him. His cock had lost some of its spunk, but with the thought of the blond hair, blue-eyed lover taking his ass, it wasn't long before his cock was jerking up and down and wanting to sink itself into the young man's tight hole. Tim watched the younger gentleman move closer to him. He wanted to reach out, pull the Adonis to him and cover his lips with hungry bites. His hand did lift, hoping to cup the soft strand's of Hugh's hair and pull him closer. It didn't happen, though. Tim's eyes grew wide as Hugh's hand lifted and a pair steel cuff was slipped over his thick wrist.
"Still game?" Hugh asked.
Tim saw the seriousness of both Hugh's question, and the situation itself. He stared down at the cuff that dangled from its matching pair. It seemed like minutes passed, the unanswered question hanging in the air. Tim looked back into the cobalt blue eyes that he'd been dreaming of for weeks and knew that whatever happened he trusted this man, a man he'd wanted for so long, but had denied his desires in order to help out another. "Yes."
That one word changed Tim's life and sent his head spinning. Hugh acted quickly, snapping the cuff over the other wrist and then leading Tim over to the bed where he was pushed down. Hugh took both of Tim's legs and dragged them toward the foot of the bed. "Get comfortable," Hugh told him; a soft chuckle fell from his lips as he watched Tim struggle to the center of the bed. His thick rod, bounced and jerked, but the erection held firm.
"Lift your arms over your head."
Tim did as he'd been told, and soon was rewarded with his arms being stretched, the shoulders drawn back. He watched as Hugh pulled a thin strip of cord from his back pocket and secured the small chain between the cuffs to a set of rings, screwed into the wall. Tim chastised himself for not even noticing the rings, too enthralled with just being fucked on the bed by his blond god.
Once Hugh had Tim's arms restrained, he moved to his ankles, spread his legs and pulled two more cords, securing both of his feet to the posts of the bed. Tim felt his pulse quicken. Hugh sat down, next to the bed and ran his hand over the salt and pepper chest hairs on Tim's torso. He flicked one nipple, then its twin, before moving his palm down to cup and toy with Tim's balls. "If you decide you want me to stop anything or you have questions, say 'red' and I'll stop . . . deal?"
Tim licked his lips. He nodded, then voiced his acceptance. He looked down the length of his body, his eyes fluttering open and closed as he watched Hugh play with his balls. When he saw Hugh reach into his front pocket, with his free hand, Tim's attention shifted from his aroused sex. "Ooh fuck," he muttered; his cock jumped.