"H-Henry!" Hank growled low in his throat and leaned his head on Richard's good shoulder. It should be illegal for him to make sounds like that when he wasn't allowed to fuck him within an inch of his life as he wanted to. Richard whined and trembled, gasping in a breath as Hank's cock settled in somewhere that felt very much like his abdomen, impossible as he knew that was. One of Hank's hands settled on his pelvis as the other gripped his hip, almost holding him up. "P-please!" Richard didn't even know what he was asking for as Hank hushed in his ear.
"Alright honey, use the wall." Richard whined as he did as he was told and leaned his good hand on the wall. He was on his knees, legs spread wide to accept Hank's thighs between them. Hank was gentle as he guided him a little higher, keeping most of his weight on his thighs and giving him enough room to rock his hips. "Attaboy..." Another mewl slipped out as Hank pulled out a little, leaving his passage stretched and wanting before sliding back in with a small clap. Richard panted and tipped his head back, subconsciously sticking his ass out for more.
They were now on day four of their little arrangement, though Richard was getting a little tired. Mentally and physically. This physical intimacy was a nice addition to the flirting. Hank had been hesitant before, but he'd finally agreed to keep Richard happy. Getting teased all day without a real payoff was frustrating, nice as those orgasms could be. He still wasn't entirely used to the game they were playing, but it was getting a little less awkward now. Richard was pretty sure he'd also found a way to rid himself of the chain. Where a few days ago he'd been weak and feeble, he was now a lot less tender. With any luck, he'd be able to push off the mattress and lift the bed frame enough to pull the chain free.
"F-Fu-H-He-" If he could fucking walk afterwards. Whiskers prickled his shoulder as Hank's lips and teeth nipped a path up his neck. His arm shook as he leaned more of his weight on the wall, his left shoulder still twinging painfully as he tried to keep it still in its sling. Hank was doing his best not to jostle him, holding him steady and slowly fucking him. The slow pace made it worse. It was fucking torturous, being held captive on his knees when what he really wanted to do was rock back and ride that cock like he was born for it. Hank knew it, too. He could feel his hips trying to jerk and roll against him with each slow thud.
"Keep it steady now..." Richard moaned in frustration and shuddered as Hank chuckled in his ear. "I know, honey, just hold on a little longer." A little longer? His cock was hard and twitching, but nowhere near ready to burst at this pace. If he didn't know better, he'd think Hank was determined to fuck all the energy out of him so he wouldn't leave the bed for a week. He wasn't exactly objecting to the idea, of course. Hot breath teased his ear just before sharp teeth nibbled the shell, making him whine as he pushed back.
Hank was still moving painfully slowly, lifting his body and easing it down. The feeling of his cock slipping and sliding in his ass was sinful. He hadn't quite managed to find that spot, but it was still giving him a slow buildup. His pelvis twitched and tightened with each thrust, cock rising and falling as it gave a half-hearted twitch. If he had a free hand, he'd reach down to grip and tease his own dripping cock, or caress his slowly swinging balls. Fuck, he might even reach back and give Hank's a squeeze, something to spark him into action. As it was, he was completely at Hank's mercy. Hank knew it too. He moaned low in his ear, sneaking the hand on his abdomen higher to pull him against his chest and tease his nipples.
"Fuck, you're a pretty sight on your knees." Richard doubted that somewhat. He was middle-aged and hairy. Sure, his body was still in good shape from all the riding, but he'd never thought of himself as pretty, or even handsome. "Fuck, that's it, honey. Grip my cock, attaboy." Richard moaned as his abdomen twitched. He could almost feel his ass clamping down on Hank's cock, trying to pull him deeper and keep him inside. Pushing deep, Hank let out another contented moan, still teasing his nipples as the hand on his hip finally stroked closer to his cock. Yes! Fuck, please-please...
"H-Henry..." He was stroking his curls, barely teasing the base of his cock. A questioning hum sounded in his ear, almost daring him to ask the question. "Fuck, Henry-please!" Richard keened as that large hand finally closed around his cock, thumb caressing the tip almost lovingly. Richard squirmed more at that and felt the weight against his back increase.
"Attaboy, Richie." Richard whined and shuddered, letting Hank fist his cock and rock as he pleased. The roll of his hips was almost natural as he rode Hank's cock, gasping and whining with each slow clap of flesh. With the added stimulation, the build-up was getting faster and stronger. Within a few minutes, he was ready to burst, pushing off the wall to tangle his fingers in Hank's silver hair and pull him closer. Their lips met in a messy kiss moments before he finally spilled, painting the wall and dripping on the pillows. He fell breathless in Hank's arms, trusting him to hold him, which he did. Hank chuckled softly as he pulled out and finished on his ass. Richard grunted, almost glaring as Hank leaned him against the wall to enjoy the sight of his own seed dripping over his ass and down his thighs. "I know-I know, I'll clean up."
It was nice that he didn't have to say it out loud. Carrying him to the bathroom, which wasn't necessary, he could still walk, Hank turned on the shower and slowly cleaned him off. He was free to hose down and scrub the lower half, but settled for a damp cloth on the upper half. Richard stood patiently as he worked, sighing and leaning into the firm touches before being towelled off and returned to the bedroom. He didn't dress. There was no point. It was too hot for clothes, and getting items over the chain was impractical. Once Hank had dressed and changed the bedding, he left Richard with a fleeting kiss and headed out to the fields, giving him a break from the plug after the long session that morning.
After a quick nap that lasted perhaps an hour, Richard pulled up his discarded pants and got to work on his escape plan. Getting the mattress off the frame with one hand was a pain and left a deep ache in his good shoulder. He settled for pushing it mostly off the bed so the weight was on the floor and went to the corner where his chain was looped around the post. Bending his knees, he grabbed the base of the frame and lifted, grunting at the weight. Since the bed was so heavy, it was difficult to hold it up while using one foot to kick the chain clear. Difficult, but not impossible. He dropped the bed with a relieved sigh, panting as he gathered the length and looped it over his shoulder. He didn't want it to trip him, so carrying it seemed best.
Taking his phone with him, he headed down to the kitchen and filled the kettle on the Aga. A pot of tea seemed just what he needed after all that exertion. He took his time as usual, spooning out the leaves and setting up his cup. He even indulged in a couple of biscuits. It was almost a relief to be sitting in the kitchen again after three days confined to his bedroom. Through the window he could see the coop, where his hens were pecking the earth as they clucked and pottered about. In the second pen, he could just make out Nines as he skittered around and hopped at the mesh. It seemed he was getting as restless as he was. Luckily, Nines only had a few more days left in his sling, if all went to plan.
How are you doing? His phone buzzed with the message. Richard filled his teapot before responding, wondering what he should say. He could hardly tell him he was having a cup of tea. Hank didn't know he'd escaped from the bedroom. How mad would he be when he found out? If he finds out...He could easily be back in bed before he returned. Getting the mattress back up would be a pain, but now he was loose, maybe he could stay that way. He could tuck the end of the chain under the mattress and Hank probably wouldn't even notice it wasn't attached to the bed.
A little bored. That was probably how he'd feel if he were still trapped upstairs.
Maybe I should have plugged you up before I left. Richard huffed, ignoring the stirring in his pants at the idea. He wasn't convinced about this whole plugging thing a few days ago, but it actually wasn't too bad. Taking orders from Hank was sort of novel, and it certainly seemed to do something for Hank. The doting was also nice. Hank was always gentle when he returned, offering kisses and gentle rousing touches, cleaning him up in the bathroom, and remaking the bed. He'd probably be willing to remove the chain so he could change clothes if he asked him to, but in the heat, it was easier to stay naked. Upstairs, anyway. The kitchen was actually much cooler, the breeze pleasant on his skin as it teased the curls on his chest.
The break is nice. Richard wasn't sure he could cope with more teasing, not after that slow fucking earlier. Despite his nap, he was still physically drained, though some of that was likely down to lifting the bed. After waiting patiently for the leaves to brew, he poured his first cup and watched the steam dance over the dark surface. Unlike coffee, it wasn't entirely black. In the small white cup, it was actually more of a reddish brown. He could see right to the bottom, where a few small leaf fragments had gathered.
Nice for you. I sort of miss hearing you whining in my ear while I work. Richard clicked his tongue and tried not to feel too offended. He was quite sure Hank didn't mean that in a negative way, considering he missed it. Whining indeed...Having said that, he found he quite missed Hank's voice as well. He'd never really been one for phone calls, but listening to Hank purring orders and encouragements was slowly changing his mind.
I don't whine! He could imagine the low chuckle Hank would let out upon reading that.
Fine, I miss hearing you mewling like a cat in heat. Richard's cheeks heated at that. He could hardly deny that he made noise. It would be an outrageous lie. Had he always been so loud? He wasn't sure. During his school days, he'd had to keep it down or risk being caught, but he remembered more than once a firm hand clapping over his mouth. His adult liaisons had been slightly more memorable, but he couldn't recall being too loud with them. Then again, no one had fucked him the way Hank did.
Meow. He almost rolled his eyes as he sent the message, well able to imagine Hank's snicker when he saw it. It was sunny that day. Good weather for Hank to stroll the fields, and even better weather for riding. The itch was returning. The temptation to head out to the stables. Just to visit, of course. He wasn't so irresponsible that he'd ignore the doctor's orders. Tempting as it was, there was no way he'd be able to sneak over there without Allen finding him. Though he hadn't heard him arrive, he was pretty sure he was around the stables somewhere.
Taking his tea, and hoping to soothe some of that restlessness, Richard moved into the living room instead. Setting down his tray and dropping the coiled chain, he sat in his favourite chair and turned on the television. He rarely watched it, but his book and paper were all the way upstairs, and there was only so long he could stare out of the window before he got bored. Daytime television wasn't much of an escape either. It was abysmal. Poorly written shows, over-dramatised reality TV slop, and news he'd already read about in his paper. The news channel was better than nothing though.
He sipped away at his tea, lazily watching the reporters talking about the latest election. More fake smiles with equally false promises. Politicians rarely followed through with what mattered, even now. It had been the same for as long as he could remember. Some of his earliest memories were listening to his father prattle on about it as his mother went about cleaning the house or ironing the weeks' laundry. Whenever his father became too much, she would utter the phrase little ears and nod towards him. It usually worked, making his father grumble quietly and return to the paper or television as he giggled and his mother smiled. That wasn't something that worked as he got older, but with their differing views, they rarely talked about it anyway.
As time wore on, and his teapot slowly emptied, Richard found his eyelids getting heavier. The chair really was quite comfortable, and the breeze from the open window was pleasant. He could hear his chickens clucking outside, and the drone of the reporters on the television lulled him. His head soon fell back, and he subconsciously reached for the recliner switch. It was even more comfortable once his feet were raised. It was only as the door banged shut sometime later that he realised he'd fucked up. He'd meant to sneak back upstairs before Hank returned and noticed he'd escaped.
Of course, upon hearing the television, Hank put his head in the living room to see who was there. At first he didn't seem surprised at all, considering it was Richard's house, to find him there. However, moments later, he recalled the chain and how Richard was supposed to be tied to the bed upstairs. He almost seemed amused as he folded his burly arms and leaned on the doorframe. Richard, who was now very much awake, stared back with sleepy defiance. It was his house, damnit! He could go wherever he bloody well pleased!
"And what are you doing down here?" Hank grumbled affectionately, still lounging in the doorway. Richard squirmed slightly. It wasn't like he needed an excuse to be up and about in his own house!
"I told you I was bored." Hank huffed as he crossed the room to lean over him, prickly whiskers scratching his temple in that increasingly familiar manner. "I made some tea and watched the news." See? I was a good boy and stayed out of trouble. It seemed something of his ire slipped into his tone, making Hank's lips twitch. Long fingers teased through his hair as Hank wondered what to do with him. He certainly hadn't caused any harm, though how he got the chain off was a mystery.
"I guess we can afford to lose this for a while," Hank compromised as he pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the padlock on the strap. Richard sighed in relief as it was removed, rolling his foot and eyeing the pink skin where the cuff had sat. Hank stroked the offended area before setting the chain aside. "How did you get free anyway?" There was still a loop at the end, so he hadn't snapped the chain or picked the lock.
"How do you think? I lifted the bed." Hank frowned at that. "Don't worry, I was careful. Pushed off the mattress first to make it lighter." He wasn't a complete idiot. Going upstairs, Hank checked over the damage and righted the bed. That mattress was pretty heavy, and testing the frame, he found that was also quite weighty. That Richard hadn't strained anything was mildly surprising. Well, I won't be doing that again...He didn't want to risk him further injuring himself. They'd just have to see how things went. If he did as he was told, all should be well. If not, perhaps Allen's second idea warranted a little more consideration.