Luke watched with wide eyes as I drew the gloves on and coated both hands with lube. He pulled at his wrist cuffs again, making the chain rattle loudly.
“Stop. One more outburst and I’m done,” I said. “Behave or I’ll take my hands off you. You choose.”
Luke considered the question, then nodded.
“Good boy,” I said, pleased he’d given in.
I wrapped my right hand around him, giving his cock a few rough pulls. Luke groaned and closed his eyes, grimacing as if my strokes were painful. I moved my hand down over Luke’s testicles, teasing the skin behind them, eliciting a high-pitched whine. The fingers of my gloved left hand slid between his ass cheeks, sliding and searching for that most vulnerable spot. When I found his anus, I pressed a fingertip against the yielding flesh.
Luke’s mouth dropped open, and he gasped as my finger slowly breached him. “Fuck! Oh fuck.”
Liv, Brian and the other ponyboys watched as I fucked Luke’s ass with my finger and stroked his cock, spiraling Luke’s need into a desperate frenzy in a matter of moments.
I added a second finger, then twisted my palm over the tip of Luke’s cock and back down, repeating the move two more times.
Luke cried out and jerked, spurting over my hand. I continued to pump him with my fingers as I milked him until Luke sagged in his bindings and whimpered, “You win. You fucking win, cowboy.”
I peeled off the gloves and hosed off the sweat and come from Luke’s pale skin. I didn’t speak again, but when I released Luke from his wrist cuffs, I gave him a quick slap on his ass as he moved toward the partition.
He froze, and I wondered if he would turn back and curse me. I almost hoped he would. But he only took a deep breath and continued walking.
I didn’t feel at all victorious. I was hard and aching in my shorts, for the second goddamn time in a day, and I had no idea if I’d get any relief anytime soon. If Luke was mad about what had happened, hours might go by before the man looked at me or spoke to me again.
And I wasn’t going anywhere near Noah outside of the barns.
*
I didn’t have a chance to worry about it.
As I walked alone past the arena on my way to the bunkhouse, the door creaked open, startling me. A hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside the dimly lit building.
My heart hit the top of my head as it jumped a mile. Someone pushed me against the wall roughly.
“It’s me.” Luke’s voice sounded shaky and raw as he pressed himself against me, lips on my neck, teeth nipping at my ear.
The relief at knowing my attacker didn’t make my heart pound any less. Relief and something else. My cock, which had finally settled after forty-five minutes of end-of-day drudgery, sprang back up like an eager spaniel, hungry for its master’s touch.
“What are you doing?” I stuttered, placing my hands on his chest and pushing. He was strong and didn’t budge which made me hornier.
Luke grinned against my skin, scraping teeth over my Adam’s apple as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Showing you who’s boss,” he panted.
“Okay, okay. I know,” I said. “I wouldn’t want you to be any other way.”
“You like this? You like me like this?” he asked.
I swallowed the groan trying to leave my throat. “I love it.”
“But you like me all tied up, too, don’t you? At your mercy?” His voice shook.
“Yes.”
There was a pause during which he licked a trail from my Adams apple to my ear. Then he spoke, “Well, aren’t we a couple of confused fuckers?”
“I’d say, versatile.” I struggled for breath as Luke pressed into me.
“I want to take care of you,” Luke breathed, hand sliding down to press against my prick, now hard as a rock in my shorts.
