STORY EXCERPT

Bull rider, Trevor Stokes, was about to get his ass kicked. It wasn’t going to be by the hooves of a bull though, this time. It was going to be at hands of one of his competitors. Trevor knew he could play Luke on his own game, but he wasn’t about to stoop to his level. Trevor dusted off his gloves and tucked them into the back pocket of his jeans. He adjusted his Stetson and stared at Luke the way a bull gets ready to trample.

“Bring it,” Trevor said.

“You fucking cheated,” Luke said.

“You can’t freaking cheat in bull riding,” Trevor replied.

“Bullshit. I don’t know how you did it, but you fucking cheated!”

Trevor was so done with this. They were starting to draw a crowd just outside the arena. He came in close to Luke. “I don’t know where you got your information from, but I did not cheat.”

Whatever information Luke was hyped up on, Trevor did not want anything to do with it. He played this sport clean and with a clear conscience. At the end of the day, all that mattered was how he did with the bull. He was one of the few locally endorsed bull riders to do well on the circuit. He was not about to fuck up his career by cheating.

“I don’t know how you did it, bribery maybe,” Luke said. “You got one of the tamest bulls out here tonight.”

“That don’t mean I cheated.”

Trevor could see he wasn’t getting anywhere with Luke. This fight was escalating fast. Trevor didn’t want to give Luke a beat down, but he knew he’d have to defend himself if it came down to it. The fight would probably be all over the Internet by midnight. Trevor didn’t want to risk losing his endorsement over a sore loser.

“I can’t help it you lost. You’re just a sore fucking loser,” Trevor said.

It was like dynamite went off in Luke’s head. Trevor could almost see the steam billowing from his ears. Luke charged Trevor, snagging him around the waist and tackling him to the ground. All the air in Trevor’s chest left in a great whoosh. They rolled around as dust kicked up around them. Several punches landed along Trevor’s ribs. The wind got knocked out of him a second time as Luke landed two in the middle of his gut. He had to put an end to this fight now. Trevor pushed Luke off of him and rolled away. All of a sudden, dust came flying at Trevor’s face as Luke flung it at him. Trevor staggered backwards as his eyes watered and grit flooded his vision. He resisted the urge to rub his eyes, knowing it would only cause more damage. Luke charged again, hitting Trevor’s back up against the gate that divided them between the ring. A collective “oh” sounded from the crowd as the gate started to buckle.

This fight was getting ugly and Trevor was about to lose it if he didn’t do something quickly to change the tide. Trevor landed several punches blindly as he did what he could to defend himself. Slowly, his vision started to clear as Luke backed away. With each hit of Luke’s fists, blood pooled within Trevor’s mouth.

Shouts erupted around them as word spread about the fight. A crowd drew closer as bets were taken on who would win. Out of the corner of Trevor’s eye, he caught sight of police officers running toward them. Both would be arrested at this point. Trevor landed more punches on Luke, pushing him off his chest with a swift kick to his thigh before the police arrived. Without warning, they were separated by the police officers. Trevor was taken to the ground by one of the officers and Luke by another. They stared at each other as they were handcuffed. After the cuffs were tightened down, Trevor was suddenly aware of being frisked. The officer’s rough hands slid down his legs and back up his thighs. The cop grabbed at his junk, checking for anything hidden. His hand lingered on Trevor’s cock when he felt the hard stick in his pants. Trevor sucked air in through his teeth as the cop rearranged his balls and prick as though he were an eager lover. The cop’s rough hand froze when he realized that he was stroking a Trevor’s hard prick. He gave it one last squeeze before letting go.

Before Trevor could even process the curiosity rushing through his mind, he was dragged to his feet by the officer. Trevor closed his eyes. He didn’t have to look down to know that his hard dick was stuffed at an awkward angle behind the fly of his jeans. The fact that he was wearing leather chaps only accented his rock hard prick. It was then that Trevor opened his eyes and came face to face with the officer who had manhandled his cock and was reading him his Miranda rights. Their gazes locked. This cop had the most amazing hazel eyes he’d ever seen and right now those eyes were royally pissed off. A shiver of heat tore through Trevor’s body. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that he’d just been fighting and his prick was filled with heat or maybe it had everything to do with the fact that Trevor was a Dom without a sub.

Trevor was taken to an unmarked police vehicle.

“I understand my rights,” Trevor said.

ADULT EXCERPT

Trevor couldn’t believe he was fucking around with the border-patrol agent who had just arrested him a few hours before. He couldn’t believe how fast this thing was going. It was as though the universe had sucked them together and wasn’t going to ease up on them until they figured this thing out.

Within the darkness of the truck, Trevor gripped Clint and pulled him in close. His hand reached down, stroking Clint through the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t believe how fucking hard Clint’s cock was already. Clint gasped when Trevor rolled the tip of his prick between his fingers. Clint thrust his hips up and flung his head back with his face twisting up in pleasure. Trevor really liked that look on his face and was desperate to see it again. It was clear he liked everything Trevor was doing to him.

Trevor was completely out of his element. He always had sessions within his playroom. He wasn’t a fly-by-night Dom who slept everywhere and anywhere. Trevor loved the safety, the comfort, and the privacy of his playroom. This was not something he normally did. This was out of character for him as a Dom. Trevor worked Clint’s fly down, taking his boxer briefs down too. He muscled Clint’s prick out, slapping it against his abdomen. Clint groaned, flexing his hips up again as Trevor stroked him up and down. White-hot heat spread over Trevor’s palm as he felt the rough edge of Clint’s cock pressing against his fingers. A drip of pre-cum wept from his tip, wetting Trevor’s fingers. Trevor stroked him again, watching that swollen tip as another drip of pre-cum slipped from it. That dewy drop slid over Clint’s cockhead and down his shaft.

“You’re so fucking ready for me,” Trevor said.

Clint groaned. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We are, babe. You better get used to it. We’re going to be having a lot of fun together.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“You need to pick a safe word.”

“Wh-what?”

Clint sounded as though he were dazed from being so twisted up for sex. “A safe word for our sessions together. It’s something you can use if things get too intense for you to handle. You need to pick one now.”

“Stop will be my word.”

“Stop it is.”

Trevor knew there wasn’t enough room in the front of the truck. The big double cab was roomy in the backseat.

“Get in the backseat.”

Clint obeyed quickly by climbing over the seat. Trevor opened up the driver’s side door and then the back. He ducked into the backseat with Clint.

“Take off your jeans,” Trevor ordered.

When Trevor was in the back, he popped the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. Trevor pulled out his heavy cock, giving it a hard stroke.

“Bend over the front seat,” Trevor said. “Spread your ass cheeks wide. Nice.”

Clint’s legs were spread wide. His palms were pressed against the front seat cushions. He looked absolutely helpless and submissive in this position.

Trevor lifted his hand, wetting the pad of his thumb with his tongue. He rubbed his thumb down over his rim, swirling it in a clockwise motion. Clint’s cries of pleasure echoed within the truck.

“Silence, sub. I don’t want you to make a noise.”

Their eyes connected in the rearview mirror. Clint moaned one last time and cursed as he bit his bottom lip to keep the noise level down. Trevor rewarded him by pressing the tip of his thumb into his ass. Clint arched his ass out, spreading his thighs wider in response to Trevor’s touch. With the tip of his thumb buried deep into Clint’s ass, Trevor rubbed his palm over Clint’s ass cheeks. He pulled his hand back, giving Clint several playful spanks. He rewarded Clint with several tugs on his prick that was pressed against the front seat.

After each hit of his palm, the sweet sound of silence echoed back. Clint was a fast learner.

“Good, sub.”

Trevor always wore a condom. Always. He reached for the silver foiled condom in his back pocket and pulled it out. Trevor ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled it down over his throbbing prick with one hand. He came in close from behind, thumping his cock against Clint’s ass. He hit him over and over with his big cock, slipping the tip of his cockhead over Clint’s throbbing rim. After several minutes of spanking Clint with his dick, Trevor slipped the tip of his cockhead over Clint’s rim. He wanted to shove his way home, but Clint wasn’t ready. Not yet.

Trevor smacked his ass, pulling away. “Get on all fours on the backseat.”

The balls of Trevor’s cowboy boots were pressed against the door. Clint’s head was a mere inch away from the other door. The space was tight with two men in the backseat, but Trevor knew there was enough room to get the job done. Trevor reached for the lube, smearing it over his prick. He pressed the tip of his cock against Clint’s rim, shoving his big cock in slowly.

Trevor looked down at his cock, watching it disappear into Clint’s ass. He was so fucking tight. With each push of his cock into his ass, Clint’s muscles contracted, sucking him inside. Trevor dug the tips of his fingers into Clint’s athletic hips. He couldn’t stand to go so slow any longer.