It took a while for the earth to dry. The soil was so squishy that going from one end of the farm to the other had become an obstacle course; the animals themselves were hesitant to leave the safety of their shelters, and Sebastian and Shaun were so busy fixing all the damage that a whole week went by, and then two, and then three, and then it blurred.
The two of them settled into a routine that felt natural, work and sloppy makeout sessions, and raunchy fucking occupied their days.
The sense of time slowly became foreign to Sebastian, but he knew that leaves falling were announcing the arrival of Fall. He particularly loved that time of year; it wasn’t as harsh as Winter or Summer, and it didn’t bear the burden of seasonal allergies.
Blisters covered his hands, and his arms were painted with scratch marks and scabs. And yet, there wasn’t a place in the world where he would rather be.
The farm was familiar now; Sebastian was beginning to know his way around plants and farming equipment. Most of it was old, rusty, and grunting with displeasure when used, but as Shaun said, they weren’t a commercial farm. And no matter how old everything was, nothing ever stopped running. The trick was to know how to power some of the engines, and then you were good to go.
Sebastian got home that day with aching muscles and a question.
What’s behind the dark blue door?
He had never raised the question aloud, but the mystery kept him on edge.
He was sure there weren’t any literal skeletons behind it, but what could it be?
So, after a long, loving shower with the man who had offered him a key to his house, he asked away.
They sat on the couch and put on a dumb romcom on TV.
Sebastian was only wearing one of the jockstraps Shaun had ordered online for him. He had a good eye, because they always fit perfectly on the first try. That was all he wore at home, but as the cold settled, Shaun threw in some comfy sweaters and high white socks into the mix.
It complemented his physique well, and Sebastian somehow felt like he was back on the field, doing his best to score.
Shaun hadn’t fucked him for the last three days, and his hole was starting to scream for attention, along with his dick.
“Shaun,” he began. “What do you have behind that blue door upstairs?”
Shaun didn’t reply; he just sighed.
“You know what, forget it,” Sebastian said, frustrated. “I’m gonna go to sleep.”
As he started off the sofa, Shaun caught his wrist. His hand was warm and blistered from all the repairs they had done, but no matter how rough, Sebastian thought Shaun’s touch was the softest thing in the world.
“I’ll show you,” Shaun said.
The staircase seemed unscalable; each step heightened Sebastian’s anxiety, and his mind was going a hundred miles an hour. He hoped he wouldn’t come to regret asking; he wished it wouldn’t change their relationship, and he prayed Shaun wasn’t mad at him for acting up.
He was a brat, but he wouldn’t back away from the truth.
If this whole relationship was significant, they couldn’t hide anything from each other, nothing important, or world-shattering at least.
He had been open about his struggles; he had offered himself up on a silver platter and was willing to share more if Shaun asked.
They faced the door as one, Shaun still holding his hand and Sebastian hanging on to it as if his life depended on it.
“Let me get the key,” Shaun went into their bedroom, and Sebastian heard the sound of a drawer being opened and then closed. “Here,” Shaun held up a little gilded key, an old-timey one between his thumb and forefinger.
He unlocked it, and the door silently swung open.
Sebastian went in, invited by Shaun, who stayed behind him.
The room wasn’t anything special; it was filled with cardboard boxes, dusty shelves with old tools, and things Sebastian didn’t really recognize. The window was small and only let in a sliver of light through the thin white curtains. Sebastian had expected something grand, or scary, or both. But it looked like a basic storage space.
“So… you’ve been hiding… a closet?” Sebastian asked,
Shaun chuckled softly, stepping into the doorframe. “Not quite, all of these are memorabilia from my old life.”
“Did you work for the Secret Service or something?” Sebastian asked, lazily looking around.
“Nothing like that, I was a firefighter in LA, lived the high life with the parties and everything. I fucked my way around the city between interventions. It was all swell and awesome until a colleague and friend of mine died, and another, and another. And then many of my party friends got into drugs, I tested a few myself, and hated it. That’s when I decided to get the fuck out of there.”
“Damn, that’s a lot to unpack,” Sebastian clicked his tongue. “But, why would you hide this room from me?”
“Well,” Shaun retrieved a massive black chest from a corner, which was hidden by a rack full of discarded clothes and stale-smelling coats. It shrieked on the floor as it was dragged in the middle of the room. “There was one thing I really enjoyed, though, the BDSM scene was lit.”
Shaun let the chest lid slam open, causing Sebastian to take a step back to avoid being swarmed by dust particles. He peered into it and saw it was filled with strange contraptions, leather straps, whips, chains, and all sorts of toys.
Sebastian grabbed a thick leather flogger and whipped the air.
“That’s gotta hurt,” he commented.
“It hurts real good for those who like it.”
“Did you use it often?”
“That, and there’s also a riding crop in there, and a variety of cockrings, and sounding rods,” Shaun laughed. “I got a whole store, I was quite a popular dom back in LA.”
“Still, why hide it from me?”
“I didn’t want you to run away,” Shaun said, cuddling him from behind and placing a soft kiss on the back of Sebastian’s neck. “I’m all for some fun play, but I didn’t want you to feel obligated to cater to my more extreme needs. I’m good with what we have right now.”
“What is it we have?” Sebastian asked innocently.
“I don’t know, it’s still too early to tell. That’s why I behaved; I wanted to test you to see what you’d be willing to do, and not do.” Shaun pressed his body against him.
“What if I can’t cater to your more extreme needs?”
“Then I’d accept that, as I was saying, you’re more than enough.”
Sebastian dropped the whip back into the chest. “I’m not really into pain, not intense pain at least. But I want to try out new things,” he paused, turning toward Shaun with a frown. “As long as you don’t lie about what you want. I’ll try my best to be the best boy, the boy you’ve always dreamed of having. But I can’t promise I’ll be able to handle it all.”
“Thanks,” Shaun hugged him tight.
“So, when do we start?”
“Like, now if you’re up for it.”
“I want you to fuck me, I need your cock and your cum.”
“You like uniforms?”
“I guess so,” Sebastian answered with a hint of doubt.
In another far corner of the room, there was a black sleeve the size of a grown man. It was shaped like a man, too. Shaun unzipped it and pulled out a firefighter suit, all bright and gold with navy accents and striped with reflective tape.
“It’s brand new, never used it for work. But I’ve used it for foreplay.”
Sebastian’s cock sprang to life, making a tent out of his black jogger pants.
“My boy’s ready to play,” Shaun noticed. “Go prepare yourself, I’ll bring in a few gears. You have twenty minutes.”
Sebastian was naked on the bed, with two pillows propped up against the wooden headboard. He was stroking his cock deliberately, slowly, just enough to keep himself hard, but not enough to reach the edge. His balls were as heavy as ever; he still hadn’t managed to cum hands-free, so Shaun was making sure to keep him full of cum. He hadn’t been allowed to release his loads often, one time a week at most.
And though he had gotten accustomed to the routine, he craved for more. He was a young athlete with a healthy set of balls. But Shaun had made it clear that he would get to unload more once he was able to cum from getting fucked.
But his prostate wasn’t as sensitive as he would’ve liked, and it was hard for him to focus. The harder Shaun plowed him, the more his prostate fought against him. It was raw, it was inflated, but it didn’t buckle under pressure.
But this time, Sebastian swore he would cum. He hadn’t been allowed to release his seed in over two weeks, and he often woke up with a leaky cock and swollen testicles.
This time I would cum. Sebastian promised himself.
Shaun arrived just in time to witness Sebastian slide a finger into his hole. He had made sure he was clean, and the warm shower had already left him loose and cozy.
“Such a beautiful jock, my quarterback,” Shaun stood in all his glory, helmet on, boots, fully geared up. “I got a little gift for you.”
Shaun pushed a small ring down Sebastian’s cockhead. Sebastian had remained still as the ex-firefighter approached and presented his body without shame. The ring was snug, black, and had a little bump that pressed right on his frenulum. And then, it vibrated.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself at all,” Shaun said. “This will help you cum, but if you touch your cock, even for a second, you’ll be punished. I know you’ve had a hard time with your prostate training, so I’m giving you a little push. But, if you cum before I tell you… What happens then?”
“I’ll be punished, sir,” Sebastian replied submissively, eyes down.
The kiss that followed was sweet, and then Shaun’s face was obscured by the helmet visor.
“Undress me, boy,” Shaun ordered firmly. “What do you want?”
“I want to please my owner, sir!”
The vibrating ring caused Sebastian’s cock to leak at an alarming rate; he was already close. But he didn’t want to disobey; he couldn’t fail. He forced himself to breathe through the ordeal while clumsily opening up the thick bunker coat. It was all skin underneath it, and black hair and beautiful muscular pecs. Shaun still smelled of body wash, but also of naphtalene balls and sweat. He must’ve had a hard time getting into his gear alone, and his skin was already damp.
Then Sebastian got down on his knees and partially unzipped his pants, leaving them on to enjoy the scene. Shaun was glorious, but his cock made him lose focus. He looked at it, plump blue veins pulsed on his shaft, and his cockhead was cherry red. His piss slit was open; he could almost see the bottom of it.
“Fuck,” Sebastian grunted.
“What is it, boy?” Shaun asked dully.
“It’s so hard, sir, I’ve been denied for so long…”
“Focus, this isn’t about your pleasure, but mine. Now, be a good boy,” Shaun let his cock out of the open fly. It slumped heavily, half-hard. “Don’t use your hand, only your mouth.”
Sebastian got to work; he kept his hands behind his back so he wouldn’t be tempted to jerk himself off. But his hips thrust up and down instinctively.
His condition aroused Shaun; he knew it from the hardness of his dick and the tightness of his balls. He reached deep into his throat. Sebastian had gotten accustomed to his dick now, but it still brought tears to his eyes every time it hit his uvula and went past it. Sebastian sucked on the beautiful rod pounding into him. Its bent had reshaped his throat, and its smell rewired his brain. Right now, all that mattered was servicing it; Sebastian forgot about his own manhood. He could still feel it trickle precum all over the bedroom floor, but it was of no consequence.
Shaun rammed into him and held Sebastian’s head.
“Good boy, good boy, stay right there,” Shaun said, labored. “Hold your breath.”
Big tears were flowing out of Sebastian’s reddened eyes, but he held himself in position. He took it all, and then, as he was released, he fell to the floor and coughed loudly. Spit spilled on the floor, mixing with his precum.
“Get on the bed, on your back. Assume the position,” Shaun commanded, standing there unflinching. “I hope you prepared yourself well, because I don’t have the patience to go slow today.”
Sebastian nodded nervously, hoping he had. His knees were up, his hands in the back of his head, and his manhole was spread at the best angle for breeding.
Shaun took off the helmet, and his wavy hair was matted with sweat. He threw it on the pillows and quickly seized Sebastian’s muscular legs. He had gained in flexibility, and his ankles rested finely on Shaun’s broad shoulders. His abs shone under the bunker coat, glistening with perspiration and scented with sexual hunger.
Without a warning, his entire length broke into Sebastian. A muffled yell, raw and masculine, was all the young jock allowed himself. But his insides were churning; the cock was too big, too wide, and long. The bulbous head hit his prostate on the first try, and his cock jumped. Precum sprayed out of his slit, strings of white swimming into the clear liquid.
“Fuck, you’re really close to cumming, jock!” Shaun said. “What would your coach say about this lack of control?”
“I didn’t cum, sir, I swear it’s only precum, don’t punish me, sir, please,” Sebastian pleaded. “I can feel my balls are still full, sir!”
A raw guttural laugh accompanied his rambling. Shaun could be so cruel. He pounded into him harder, and the bunker pants were now down to his feet, and the coat was flapping violently as he rammed his cock into the punished hole he was using. Sebastian was out of breath, and his cock swelled larger, its girth trapped by the vibrating ring that was strangling his cockhead. It hurt, but the vibrations felt too good. He didn’t want Shaun to remove it, so he kept his mouth shut.
“Fuck me, sir, fuck me deep! Breed me, I want to cum with you, sir!”
“That’s the only way you’re cumming, that’s what good boys do. They wait for their master to spill their seed before they do.” Shaun slammed into him, the wet sound of their hips colliding lewd and sharp.
SLAM.
SLAM.
SLAM.
“Fuck, sir, I’m so close!”
“You are, boy? You’re about to cum?” Shaun asked breathlessly.
“Yes, master, please, can I blow my load?”
Shaun trapped Sebastian’s hands over his own head, and their lips crashed, their tongues melting with one another. “Cum for me, my best boy.”
The pounding continued, and Sebastian could feel that his hole was on the brink of tearing. He could barely handle the cock he had grown to love; he wanted to be filled, but also wanted it to stop. He was close; he was irrevocably Shaun’s boy. Their bodies were slippery, and Shaun had to reposition himself many times to hit Sebastian just right.
Their intermingled selves moved in unison until Shaun picked up the pace.
“I’m gonna cum, boy, last chance for you to blow your load, fuuuuck…”
As Sebastian felt sweet warm cum coating the lining of his hole, his cock jumped one last time, and with the help of the ring and Shaun’s delicious cock, he released his load. But Shaun didn’t stop; he kept breeding him.
Now, the feeling was partly ecstatic and partly torturous.
“Please, sir, this is too much, I can’t take any more,” Sebastian begged.
Shaun stopped, but remained inside him.
“You’ve been so good,” he removed the vibrating ring in one swift move, and Sebastian yelped. His cockhead was too sensitive. “I know post-orgasm stimulation is hard, boy.”
Shaun put the ring in his pocket, but took something else out of it. A small, pear-shaped buttplug. He slipped out of Sebastian, who felt cum trickling down his taint.
“No, no, good jocks stay full,” Shaun declared, pushing in the escaped cum and then plugging it into Sebastian with the black buttplug. “You’ll be keeping my cum inside you for the night. I want you properly inseminated.”
“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”
“My best boy,” Shaun said, and sank into the bed in full gear.
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