The week flew by as Sebastian and Shaun labored their way through the farm. The animals were well-fed and healthy, wild weeds had been tamed, and the old shed didn’t look as if it were going to tip over anymore.
Sebastian’s blistered hands marked his dedication and reminded him of the days he spent at the gym maintaining the muscles that defined his rank at school. He was the jock that everybody envied and stepped aside for. He had never been cruel or the stereotypical bully, but it didn’t mean he hung out with nerds; he also didn’t do them any harm.
There was no reason to; they weren’t in a story where mean cheerleaders and dumb jocks picked on those too weak to defend themselves. However, Sebastian didn’t stand up for them when they needed it either.
Which he deeply regretted now.
He hadn’t expected his past to haunt him on this beautiful and crisp Saturday morning; his searing coffee mug hadn’t triggered some deep-seated sense of guilt for his inaction, or for all the bad things he had done in his life. Not that he had done anything worthy of severe retribution.
But for some reason, his mind had decided to wander off into this dark valley of memories, some of which bore the signs of melancholy.
He sipped his coffee, naked but for his jockstrap, wrapped in a fuzzy brown blanket so he wouldn’t catch a cold.
The reason for this sudden resurgence was unexplainable; he had never been happier. He guessed it was true that the past always came back to bite you in the ass, and though he didn’t have any regrets for leaving his old life behind, it remained part of who he was.
A bird perched on the balustrade of the porch, its head tilted sharply, as if asking if Sebastian had anything of value to trade. Unfortunately, all he had was coffee, and he wasn’t sure the little fella had the stomach for it. It flapped its wings and vanished in a blur.
The front door opened, and Shaun came out, holding a steaming cup, the scent of white tea trailing behind him.
“I really don’t get why you like coming out here when it’s this cold,” he kissed Sebastian on the neck, his soft mouth leaving a love ghost in its wake. “You’re almost making me feel bad for keeping you naked all the time.”
“Do you want me to put on some clothes, then?”
“Never, I love having you like this,” Shaun embraced him from the rear, his bulge pressing into Sebastian. “What do you wanna do today? I think we’ve earned some downtime.”
“Think so? I mean, we still gotta do some pest control in the barn, it’s getting out of hand.”
Sebastian was surprised at how easy it all came to him. Farm life was something he had never thought about when he lived in the city, and now he felt as if he had been a country boy since birth. He knew he still had a lot to learn, but the process was going smoothly so far.
“Don’t even mention it,” Shaun lamented, his head dropping onto Sebastian’s shoulder. “The vermin keeps comin’, every fucking year, same time.”
“They’re hungry, that’s why.”
“You’re turning into quite the little animal expert; you’ve been watching too many documentaries.”
“It’s common sense, winter’s coming, meaning, less food and fewer opportunities.”
“Lucky we invented grocery stores.”
“Gee, where’s the man growing his own food and going fishing. Not really a survivalist in my books,” Sebastian joked, setting his nearly empty mug on the railing before turning around. “Speaking of, you still haven’t taken me on a fishing trip.”
Shaun smiled. “Well, that’s an idea for today, isn’t it?”
“Do we even have everything we need for that?”
“Of course, I got my artificial flies, fishing rods. We just need to get ready, and then we can go.”
“Well, I’m down.”
“We really haven’t had the time to play much in the past few days, so let’s make things a bit more interesting, shall we?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Sebastian was now fully clothed but felt as exposed as ever.
He had been fitted with a vibrating plug; it pressed against his prostate, completely inactive for now. Shaun had the remote safely tucked in the front pocket of his vest. He wore dark green clothes, and the color really suited him. Meanwhile, Sebastian had thrown on a pullover he had bought in town a few weeks back, heavy waterproof boots, and a burgundy woolly jacket he had snatched from one of Shaun’s closets.
They carried small backpacks with essentials, such as a first aid kit, water, cereal bars, and sandwiches they had put together with some leftovers. Shaun had also packed his bag with whatever they needed to fish. Sebastian was clueless as to how an artificial fly would lure a very real fish into their net.
But he was no expert.
The walk to the stream would only take fifty minutes if they kept a moderate pace. Shaun explained that trout would be plentiful that time of year and that they were sure to bring one home for dinner that night.
It all seemed very exciting to Sebastian, who hung onto his fishing rod as if it were the most precious thing in the world. It was so thin that he thought it might break if he wasn’t careful, but it was designed to handle some weight, so the likelihood of it happening was close to zero.
The trail they took was unkempt, with ferns and bushes eating at the path. Friable stones opened the way, making it harder for Sebastian to keep himself balanced. The butt plug almost popped out when he landed a bit too hard on his feet, but he pushed it back in. He did his best to keep his hole clenched, and the constant teasing of his prostate made him leak in his briefs.
He was observing a moth wobbling by when the vibration started. It hummed steadily, massaging the lining of his hole softly. A moan escaped his lips, and his cock hardened, forcing Sebastian to reposition it so it would lie flush against his belly. Shaun didn’t say a thing, just kept walking ahead unbothered.
Sebastian tried to enjoy the hike while feeling gushes of precum drenching his boxers. He didn’t stroke his cock, but had to admit he ground into the band of his underwear from time to time, trying to get a semblance of stimulation. But he had to respect Shaun’s rules; he wasn’t allowed to jerk his own dick unless he was expressly allowed to, and Shaun hadn’t permitted it.
“The river’s just around the corner,” Shaun announced, holding the remote between his thumb and forefinger. “Let’s ramp things up.”
The vibration became more noticeable, and Sebastian’s hole dilated when the plug began to massage it with rhythmic precision. Something had changed, another sensation added, though he couldn’t figure out what was happening. He didn’t care; it didn’t matter, only pleasure did. He just accepted his fate and let his slit drool in ecstasy.
“Your cheeks are all pink.” Shaun captured Sebastian’s mouth, his tongue asserting control over his willing mouth. “Do you think you can cum from the plug?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I can.”
“Well, you’re only allowed to cum today if you can manage a prostate orgasm.”
“Fuck,” Sebastian breathed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus on the whole fishing thing.”
“It’ll be hard, I know, but I’m doing this for your own good. Discipline is essential, and I want my boy to have as much control over his body as possible.”
“Yes, sir, I will make you proud.”
“I know you will, whether you cum or not doesn’t really matter. Prostate stimulation is one of the more important parts of your training.”
They climbed down the hillside, hanging to branches and protruding rocks, and finally stepped on the shore of a quiet stream. It flowed unopposed, surrounded by greenery that thrived thanks to the fertile ground and humidity. Sebastian could already see small fish swimming in the stream, and he did his best to focus on what Shaun was telling him.
Overhanging trees and rocks made for perfect hiding spots, but were great for ambush. Since the water was clear, they had to move slowly, quietly, and stay as low as possible to avoid detection. If they could see what was happening under the surface, their prey could see them as well.
Shaun went on for a few minutes, setting up everything, tying the artificial flies he had apparently made himself to their rods. They weren’t too long, about six feet with a short roll cast attached to them.
Sebastian felt a bit awkward when he cast his line, attempting to place his fly so it would follow the current without catching in twigs and rocks. He followed everything he was told to do, but the relentless teasing made it hard to focus. He did think he had done well, but the leaking in his pants was disconcerting.
The plug’s assault made the walls of his hole extra-sensitive, and Shaun’s knowing grin made his cock throb even harder. Sebastian wanted to reach for his dick, wank it furiously, and be done with it. But his handler would never allow it. His orgasms weren’t his anymore; they were Shaun’s. His pleasure wasn’t only his own, either; it was a shared experience, and Sebastian was glad he had agreed to it all. No matter how hard or frustrating it got, he was thankful for Shaun.
“Please, can I just stroke a little? Just a little,” Sebastian pleaded, his fishing line trembling along with his body.
Shaun gave him a lopsided smile. “I don’t think so.”
“Please, you can fuck me right here,” Sebastian continued, ready to crawl on his hands and knees. “I’ll do anything.”
“You don’t have a choice anyway,” Shaun said, eyes steady but caring. “I don’t need your permission to use you.”
“I wasn’t implying that, sir,” Sebastian replied, apologetic. “But the plug is driving me nuts.”
“That’s the point, there’s pleasure in what you’re going through right now, and allowing you to jerk off would be a failure on my part.” Shaun was holding his rod perfectly still, but his cock tugged at the seams of his pants. “I’m teaching you that cumming isn’t all there is; what leads up to it is as satisfying.”
“I love edging, sir, don’t get me wrong,” Sebastian stated. “But getting my hole teased without my cock getting any attention makes me feel… weird, I don’t know how to explain it. It all feels incomplete.”
“That’s because you’re used to cumming quick and easy, it’s totally normal. You’re a young buck full of cum, your first instinct is to play with your dick. But there are other ways to feel pleasure, I want you to enjoy them equally more.”
“Understood, sir,” Sebastian said in defeat.
Shaun wouldn’t budge; his word was final.
He endured another thirty minutes of anal stimulation, Shaun playing with the remote so the plug would vibrate and stimulate Sebastian at varying intensities. He could feel his hole was sore, swollen to such a degree that the need to push out the intruder was becoming more and more tempting. His undershirt was drenched in sweat, and beads of perspiration matted his blond curls against his forehead.
It was worse than working under the simmering summer sun.
His cock cried for attention; even his balls were wet with precum.
All of this, and they hadn’t caught a single fish.
Maybe it was because of Sebastian’s moans, or the way his body twisted every so often to release some tension.
“Pull down your pants, boy.” Shaun retrieved his fly and put his rod aside. “It’s time for the real thing.”
Sebastian did the same and was in Shaun’s lap in seconds. The plug was plucked out of him with ease, a healthy amount of lube leaked out, and allowed Shaun to slide in without fearing for Sebastian’s wellbeing. He was already prepared, stretched to perfection. The long sigh that left his lips made Sebastian smile widely, his pink lips pursing over his pearly white teeth.
“I’m your cocksleeve, sir,” Sebastian panted proudly.
“You are,” Shaun confirmed, sucking a hickey on Sebastian’s neck. “You’re made for this, for me.”
These words stirred a primal urge that prompted Sebastian to ram himself onto the pole that was fucking him. Sebastian was naked from the bottom down, and Shaun’s pants were only open enough to let his cock and balls flop out. Their clothes and the warmth of their intermingled bodies fought the cold, and Sebastian could feel his pits were wet, sweat running down his ribs.
He let himself be taken roughly. Shaun wasn’t gentle, but his dick felt right. Overstimulation turned to dizziness, and Sebastian’s panting covered the noise of the stream.
Suddenly, Shaun lay Sebastian on his back on a patch of grass, lifting his legs without taking his cock out of him. The pounding intensified, and Sebastian was on the brink of asking for a time-out. But he pushed through; he wouldn’t, and couldn’t deny Shaun; he had no right to. So, he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing and on keeping his sloppy hole open.
“Are you ready for my load, boy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Squeeze my dick, make it nice and tight,” Shaun instructed, his heavy balls slapping against Sebastian’s ass. “Fuck, boy, fuck, boy!”
Shaun released his load, cum hitting Sebastian’s prostate in powerful spurts. The fullness that came with it was unique; every time Shaun inseminated him, it was like being claimed all over again, and Sebastian didn’t tire of it. He hugged his breeder close, his muscular arms locking him in place so he wouldn’t pull out.
“We can’t stay like that forever,” Shaun said.
“Just a minute longer.” Sebastian opened his mouth, inviting Shaun to take it.
The kiss was slow, loving. They were in no rush to leave.
“We didn’t catch anything,” Sebastian remarked.
“We still got the day ahead of us,” Shaun pushed his still hard dick deeper. “I promise you we’ll eat well tonight.”
“And then, you can breed me again.”
“That’d be my pleasure.”
“And mine.”
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