Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Olivia Black Page B

Trent chuckled at Easton’s obvious distress and he knew the older man wouldn’t grant him permission to come.
    “Hold out your hand for me.”
    Easton held his hand out, palm up, and Trent dropped the metal chain containing the clamps. He weighed the chain, wondering what it would feel like, but quickly lost his train of thought as Trent wrapped the leather cord around his cock and balls. The man wasn’t gentle, but the bite of pain cleared Easton’s mind, helping him to focus on something besides blowing his load into Trent’s hand.
    “Oh…so good,” he moaned.
    Abandoning his shaft, Trent lifted the silver chain from Easton’s outstretched hand. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, gently biting down before licking the hurt away with his tongue. Trent moved back and forth until Eaton was sure he’d come, or at the very least, lose his mind. When the man finally leaned back, he winked.
    Trent slowly loosened the clamp before clipping it to Easton’s nipple. “Shit!” he shouted.
    “Is it too much?” Trent asked, ready to remove the sharp edges from Easton’s nipple, but he shook his head, taking a few deep breaths.
    “No, sir.”
    “Is this your first time wearing clamps?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Okay.” He nodded. “Then I won’t leave them on for very long.” Trent attached the second clamp and Easton clamped down on his jaw, gritting his teeth. Taking a step back, he looked Easton up and down and licked his lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as a slow smile spread across his lips.
    “Thank you.”
    “You can fix your clothing and start with the stalls.”
    Easton watched as Trent turned on his heel and left the barn. Once the man was out of sight, Easton pulled up his jeans and briefs, careful of his cock. He grimaced as he zipped up before buttoning his shirt and getting to work. He collected the tools he needed and started working.
    Easton spent the rest of the morning working inside the barn. The clamps bit into his flesh and moved beneath his long-sleeve work shirt and his cock was bound with a heavy leather cord. With each move he made, he felt the plug move, the leather cord tighten, and clamps sway. The image of Trent’s cum still deep inside his hole, filling him, made his cock stay hard.
    Every move he made, he felt Trent. It was as if the man owned him body and soul.
    As the minutes ticked by, his need became a living, breathing force. He couldn’t concentrate, which made completing his daily chores incredibly difficult. When Trent finally strode into the barn, Easton was shaking. Trent looked at him and Easton swallowed hard.
    “I need,” he panted, dropping the rake to the ground. He couldn’t hide the truth, not anymore. He needed relief and he was willing to beg for it.
    “You need me?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Easton nodded rapidly.
    After barely being able to complete simple chores, he wanted to have Trent’s cock buried inside his ass. He needed to feel the man claiming his body once more. Trent strode toward him. He undid Easton pants before turning him around.
    “Get on your hands and knees, boy.”
    Easton followed his orders, dropping down onto the clean hay. Trent got down behind him and pulled the plug free. He didn’t have time to think before the man’s slippery shaft slid deep into his ass in one smooth thrust and Easton yelled out. This was what he needed, wanted, craved. Trent leaned forward, covering Easton’s back, snapping his hips back and forth. He rode Easton hard and fast, taking him to the edge within seconds.
    Holding fists full of hay, Easton hung on for the ride of his life.
    His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, but Easton knew he wouldn’t come, not until Trent told him to. He was no longer in control. The thought gave him pause, but he didn’t have time to contemplate it further, not with Trent pounding his hard cock into Easton’s ass, marking and claiming him.
    Trent removed the leather cord with a few