“Careful now,” Gene grinned, his blond hair catching the sun, “don’t want you sliding right out the saddle the way you’re squirming. Might have to tie a pillow to your ass.”
Joe clenched his jaw and ignored him at first, but the smirk and the sing-song tone wore thin. Gene could be relentless when he thought he was funny, and by the time they’d rounded up the strays and sat down for lunch, Joe’s patience was hanging by a thread.
Then Gene stole the last of Mrs. Harlan’s cookies.
Joe stared at him across the fence rail, watching as Gene chewed the last bite slowly, smug and smiling. That was it.
“You about ready to head back?” Gene asked, brushing crumbs from his fingers.
Joe shook his head, calm as could be. “Dropped a tool somewhere in that grass. Bend over the fence and see if you can find it.”
Gene snorted but leaned over, scanning the grass on the far side. That was the moment Joe was waiting for. He stepped forward, one strong hand pressing Gene’s back to keep him pinned. In one quick move, he looped a long strip of thin leather down and bound Gene’s wrists tight to the fence rail.
Gene froze, then twisted his head to look back. “Joe… what are you doing?”
Joe’s voice was low and mock-serious. “You thought it was so damn funny to tease me about my sore ass in the saddle… well, looks like it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.”
Gene chuckled nervously, testing the bindings. “C’mon now, I was just teasing—”
Joe tugged at Gene’s belt buckle, the leather hissing as it slid free. He yanked his jeans and boxers down to his boots, leaving his ass bare and pale in the afternoon sun.
“And then you stole Aunt Nora’s cookie,” Joe added darkly, looping the belt once around his hand. “The last one. My favorite.”
Gene’s bravado faltered. “Alright, alright, maybe I went too far—”
The first crack of the belt silenced him. The leather landed with a sharp crack across his fair skin, a red welt rising instantly. Gene gasped, jerking forward against the rail.
“Joe!”
Another lash. Then another. Joe swung the belt hard, merciless, each stripe landing clean across Gene’s ass until his pale skin was painted red. Gene gritted his teeth, gasping and groaning with every lick. He’d never been strapped by Joe before, and it was quickly clear Joe knew how to wield a belt when he meant business.
By the time Joe stopped, Gene was panting, his ass burning and welted, cock thick and straining between his thighs.
Joe tossed the belt aside, unzipped his jeans, and spit once on his cock and again on Gene’s hole. Then he shoved inside in one smooth, hard thrust.
Gene grunted, head dropping forward, voice rasping. “Christ, Joe… a little more lube before you shove that thick monster in?”
Joe pulled out, spit-slick hand stroking himself once. He held his wet fingers in front of Gene’s face. “Then give me more.”
Gene spat twice. Joe added another mouthful of his own spit, slicked himself, and slammed back inside.
This wasn’t gentle. Joe fucked him fast and rough, hips pounding into Gene’s welted ass, each thrust pushing Gene harder against the rail. Gene’s voice broke with every grunt, every moan, every slap of skin on skin. He could feel every hot pulse of Joe’s cock, every throb as Joe’s balls slapped against him.
With a low growl, Joe buried himself deep and came hard, cock jerking as he spilled inside. Gene groaned at the heat flooding him, his fair skin slick with sweat, cum dripping down his taint and balls. His own cock, red and swollen, leaked precum in long ropes to the ground.
Joe pulled out, untied Gene’s hands, and gave his ass one final sharp smack. “Pull your pants up or we’ll miss dinner.”
Gene stood slowly, jeans and boxers still tangled at his boots. His cock stood red and angry, precum dripping down the shaft. He pointed to it with a pout. “What about this?”
Joe buckled his belt with deliberate calm. “Do you wanna question my orders and get more of my belt—or do you want to get back in the saddle?”
Gene scowled, tugging his jeans back up without another word. But when he swung into his saddle, he hissed at the sting, glaring at Joe. “I got you off twice last night before we fell asleep.”
Joe rode up beside him, leaned over, and patted his sore ass. “Be a good little boy and you’ll get that and more tonight.”
After showers and supper, Gene leaned against their bed, still tender. “I guess I went a little too far with the teasing.”
Joe smirked, pulling him close. “You guess right.”
“I’m sorry, Joe.” Gene kissed his cheek.
Joe softened, brushing his thumb over Gene’s jaw. “I might’ve been a little too rough this afternoon.”
Gene shook his head, eyes dark with memory. “I deserved it. And that was one hell of a hot fuck afterwards. But I’ve been a good boy since.”
Joe chuckled, pushing him onto his stomach, pajama pants sliding off. “You’ve seemed to learn your lesson.” He traced the welts on Gene’s ass, kissing and licking each one until Gene was moaning. His tongue found Gene’s hole, teasing until Gene squirmed, begging.
Joe rolled him onto his back and swallowed his cock whole, working his throat until Gene exploded. He kept sucking, pulling Gene hard again, using the slick of cum as lube as he straddled him. He lowered himself slow, letting Gene’s cock stretch and fill him, before riding him hard, hands planted on Gene’s chest.
Gene’s hands roamed Joe’s body, eyes never leaving his. When Joe bent down to kiss him, their mouths crashed together, breathless and hungry. Gene came with a roar, cock pulsing deep, and Joe followed, spilling hot between their stomachs.
They showered quickly a second time and collapsed into bed, Joe curled against Gene’s chest.
As they crossed the yard toward breakfast, Zeke called out, “Boys, I know we’re young, but could you give it a rest one night so the rest of us can sleep?”
Deke chimed in, “Yeah—between Joe and Gene, and Colt and Tommy Ray, it’s impossible to get any shut-eye.”
Colt grinned wickedly. “I can’t help it if the sound of them fucking makes me horny.”
One of the ranch hands piped up, “Well, Tommy Ray’s high-pitched squeals are more than I can take.”
Tommy Ray spun around, red already creeping into his ears. “My moans are not high-pitched squeals!”
That’s when John, one of the quietest hands on the ranch, shocked everyone by patting Tommy Ray on the back and saying, “You just keep telling yourself that. But… keep it up—it makes me kind of horny.”
The whole group went silent for a beat, then erupted as Tommy Ray turned scarlet.
David, John’s roommate, laughed loudest. “Johnny, is that why you keep jerkin’ off below me every night?” Now it was John’s turn to blush hard.
David went on, grinning, “It’s ok, Johnny—but just so you know, I ain’t ever gonna be helping you out, no matter how peachy that butt of yours is.” He smacked John’s ass with a sharp slap.
Another hand whistled. “It isalmost peachy enough to take a bite out of. Tell you what, David—if you wanna trade roommates, I’ll take a nice piece of ass like that. A boy’s got needs, and it’s been a while since we found some girls in town.” He pointed at a burly man next to him. “Besides, Earl here snores like a freight train.”
That set them all off again, laughter echoing across the yard. Tommy Ray and John stood there red as beets, both glaring but too flustered to answer.
Gene, ever the one to rein things back in, raised his voice. “Enough, y’all. You’re pushin’ it a little far.”
Colt clapped him on the back, still grinning. “Ah, let ’em have their fun. They’re just jealous of the four hot peaches sweet enough to be in Mrs. Harlan’s cobbler—getting some while they’re all on a dry spell. Maybe it’s time to head into town this weekend, boys.”
The others laughed, but one hand hollered out, “If you have to go at it every damn night, at least take it out to the woods and keep the animals up—or the barn and keep the horses awake!”
The roar of laughter carried all the way to the breakfast table.
Joe’s cheeks burned, but Gene only smirked, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Guess we’ll just have to try harder to keep it down, sweetheart.”
Joe groaned. “Lord help me…”
Joe smirked, pulling him close. “You guess right.”
“I’m sorry, Joe.” Gene kissed his cheek.
Joe softened, brushing his thumb over Gene’s jaw. “I might’ve been a little too rough this afternoon.”
Gene shook his head, eyes dark with memory. “I deserved it. And that was one hell of a hot fuck afterwards. But I’ve been a good boy since.”
Joe chuckled, pushing him onto his stomach, pajama pants sliding off. “You’ve seemed to learn your lesson.” He traced the welts on Gene’s ass, kissing and licking each one until Gene was moaning. His tongue found Gene’s hole, teasing until Gene squirmed, begging.
Joe rolled him onto his back and swallowed his cock whole, working his throat until Gene exploded. He kept sucking, pulling Gene hard again, using the slick of cum as lube as he straddled him. He lowered himself slow, letting Gene’s cock stretch and fill him, before riding him hard, hands planted on Gene’s chest.
Gene’s hands roamed Joe’s body, eyes never leaving his. When Joe bent down to kiss him, their mouths crashed together, breathless and hungry. Gene came with a roar, cock pulsing deep, and Joe followed, spilling hot between their stomachs.
They showered quickly a second time and collapsed into bed, Joe curled against Gene’s chest.
As they crossed the yard toward breakfast, Zeke called out, “Boys, I know we’re young, but could you give it a rest one night so the rest of us can sleep?”
Deke chimed in, “Yeah—between Joe and Gene, and Colt and Tommy Ray, it’s impossible to get any shut-eye.”
Colt grinned wickedly. “I can’t help it if the sound of them fucking makes me horny.”
One of the ranch hands piped up, “Well, Tommy Ray’s high-pitched squeals are more than I can take.”
Tommy Ray spun around, red already creeping into his ears. “My moans are not high-pitched squeals!”
That’s when John, one of the quietest hands on the ranch, shocked everyone by patting Tommy Ray on the back and saying, “You just keep telling yourself that. But… keep it up—it makes me kind of horny.”
The whole group went silent for a beat, then erupted as Tommy Ray turned scarlet.
David, John’s roommate, laughed loudest. “Johnny, is that why you keep jerkin’ off below me every night?” Now it was John’s turn to blush hard.
David went on, grinning, “It’s ok, Johnny—but just so you know, I ain’t ever gonna be helping you out, no matter how peachy that butt of yours is.” He smacked John’s ass with a sharp slap.
Another hand whistled. “It isalmost peachy enough to take a bite out of. Tell you what, David—if you wanna trade roommates, I’ll take a nice piece of ass like that. A boy’s got needs, and it’s been a while since we found some girls in town.” He pointed at a burly man next to him. “Besides, Earl here snores like a freight train.”
That set them all off again, laughter echoing across the yard. Tommy Ray and John stood there red as beets, both glaring but too flustered to answer.
Gene, ever the one to rein things back in, raised his voice. “Enough, y’all. You’re pushin’ it a little far.”
Colt clapped him on the back, still grinning. “Ah, let ’em have their fun. They’re just jealous of the four hot peaches sweet enough to be in Mrs. Harlan’s cobbler—getting some while they’re all on a dry spell. Maybe it’s time to head into town this weekend, boys.”
The others laughed, but one hand hollered out, “If you have to go at it every damn night, at least take it out to the woods and keep the animals up—or the barn and keep the horses awake!”
The roar of laughter carried all the way to the breakfast table.
Joe’s cheeks burned, but Gene only smirked, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Guess we’ll just have to try harder to keep it down, sweetheart.”
Joe groaned. “Lord help me…”
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