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Sound first, then we ll put the bindings on. Mal got two chairs, sitting the hayseed
down like Love wasn t even real. Mal picked a mid-sized sound, the metal shiny, smooth, then
held his prick. See, we ll lube the end and then ease it in. We can t bind him first because we
need to make sure he can move. Besides, Mal s eyes twinkled. With this in? We ll just bind
the tip, make sure he can t push it out. It ll hold him for us.
The bumpkin fucking chuckled. LAUGHED at him. Ingenious.
He closed his eyes and refused to look, to be there. If they were going to be assholes to
him, he wouldn t play.
Wouldn t get hard.
Wouldn t care.
Can I? asked the hayseed.
Then his prick was taken in that big, rough hand, swallowed up by the huge palm and
pumped with a light, almost sweet touch.
Oh.
He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to think of gross, icky, ugly things
Mal chuckled softly. You re good.
Oh, now, I just know what a man likes, seeing as I have the same equipment. Freddie s
thumb slid across the tip of his cock, pushing against his slit. And I reckon Love here is primed
for it, even if he s being punished.
His thighs shivered, eyes rolling behind his lids. Oh. Oh, fuck.
You are a pretty one, aren t you? I imagine you get punished a lot. The pretty ones do,
don t they, Mal? Too many people let them get away with murder just for that pretty face and
then when that firm hand comes along they get pulled up short and need to be reminded how
things work.
Freddie kept working his cock, the man s other hand fingering his balls, gently at first
and then squeezing lightly, letting him feel the pressure.
He groaned, trying to think of cold mush and mud and old men and &
Oh, it felt good.
That s right, Freddie. He skates by and then the right man shows and reminds him of
why he s a sub, why he s here.
Freddie chuckled. Poor boy. Cursed with looks. You see a man like me? Nobody ever
gives an ugly man anything, he has to fight all his life to take what is his. It might seem unfair,
but really, it prepares a man properly for life.
His balls were fondled, tugged, the hand on his prick inexorable, tightening a little,
demanding his response. Let s have a go with the sound there, Mal. I should be able to slide her
in, but you ll let me know if I m doing something wrong.
He whined, shaking his head, but Mal s voice was inexorable. Lube the tip really well
and don t push. It ll slide right in.
The hand at his balls disappeared and cool gel was placed at the tip of his cock, pushed in
and then more pushed in.
Just slide her in, you say?
Hold him open and, there &
Cold metal so foreign, so odd pushed inside him and he cried out, pulling against the
cuffs.
Pull his cock down just a little and let it go in. Good.
Good? Good?
His cock burned, throbbed, ached.
Well, I ll be & if that s not the most amazing thing I ve seen on this planet yet. His
cock was gently squeezed, manipulated, the tip touched with one gentle finger, the sound
touched, moved just a little. Now that? Is beautiful.
Yes. Mal s fingers slid over his shaft, squeezing, making him whimper. Would you
like a clear sheath on his cock so you can see it?
Oh, yes. That will do just nicely.
Suddenly, those large, rough-skinned, but so gentle fingers slid over his eyes. Would
you like a blindfold, Love?
Mal s fingers slid the tight sheath over his cock and he whined, nodding. Yes. He didn t
want to see.
All right. A soft blindfold was placed over his eyes, tied tightly behind his head.
Oh, this is a nice plug, Mal. Hefty are you sure he can take it?
He can and he ll not be able to forget it. Just take it slow, he ll swallow it up.
Oh. No fair. No fair. So mean. The blindfold meant he could open his eyes, glare into the
darkness.
Tell me about the paddle while I get him ready.
Freddie picked him up and put him over the wide lap, ass high in the air. Two of those
thick fingers slid into him, wet and slippery. He whined, shivered, trying to clench against the
intrusion.
I made it myself. Oak and leather, raised ridges. It won t cut, but it will bruise. He ll feel
it for days.
It s beautiful work. Freddie s fingers pushed in regardless of his efforts, scissoring
apart, stretching him. Will I be able to fuck him when the beating is over, or is not being taken a
part of his punishment?
You can fuck him, in fact, a deep, hard fucking will make putting the plug back in even
better.
He would have shook his head, but his entire focus was on his cock, his ass.
Excellent.
The two fingers inside him became three, Freddie s fingers larger than he was used to and
sure. So very sure, not at all how he would imagine a country bumpkin s fingers would feel
inside him.
If you don t wish to stay, I can handle him from here, but I m not adverse to an
audience.
If you can handle him, he s yours. If you need me, comm me. Mal s hand brushed
Love s ass. Have fun, Love.
Asshole! His scream sounded like a loud wail.
Yes, Love, let me hear you. Freddie started fucking him with those wide fingers, in and
out. Thank you, Mal. I m sure we won t need to disturb you.
Excellent. Mal sounded well satisfied, leaving him with this stranger.
The door closing was loud.
Mmm. Now it s just you and me, Love.
He shook, twisting in the man s grip. No.
Freddie the farmer chuckled. Fucking laughed again. Testing me so soon.
Going to do more than test. He was & Not a farmer. Not a farmer s sub! He cried out,
trying to push Freddie s fingers from him.
You realize you re just all the prettier the more you fight? Gives your skin this nice light
pink flush. Again and again, Freddie s fingers pushed into him, finding his gland and nailing it.
Oh &
Oh, that &
That made him &
Mad. He was mad. Damn it.
MAD.
I like my horses with fire. I like my dogs with bite and I like my lovers with the same.
Freddie s fingers disappeared suddenly and then the heavy plug was pushing against him, cold in
comparison.
His breath stilled, ass wiggling madly.
No. He wasn t going to help. He wasn t.
The plug pushed in though, as if he were pulling it in, as if he were begging for it,
Freddie s strength forcing it in easily.
So wide. So wide. He shook, afraid to fight it, afraid to tear himself.
You are something else, Love. I have never seen one this size actually used.
Low groans filled the air, pushed from around the gag, his thighs hard as rocks.
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