Hank was hesitant to move forward with Allen's plan. Richard really didn't seem the type to agree to something like this. As a result, he'd been holding off on it for five days. The first two had gone relatively smoothly. Understanding that his hip needed time to recover from the sore bruising, Richard had grudgingly remained in bed. Unfortunately, by day three, he'd decided it was time to get back to work. Hank had caught him on the third morning, bright and early at four-o-fucking-clock, trying to sneak his way out of bed and into some jeans. His excuse when Hank woke up and stopped him? The fields needed seeing to.
"Not by you they don't!" The sternness of Hank's voice had made Richard's dark eyes sharpen, an argument mere seconds from his lips. "How are you expecting to wheel the barrow and scoop shit with one hand?" It seemed he hadn't thought that far ahead, and Hank had managed to drag him back to bed with an arm around his waist. Despite that, he'd been a fucking menace for three days. Whether it was going out to feed the chickens, struggling with the bucket in one hand, or tacking the horses to walk them to the fields, an almost impossible feat with one hand, Richard had tried. He was limping around the yard, pointlessly putting his hip through the ringer and getting under Allen's feet.
Allen had chased him back to bed. Hank had carried him back to bed. Richard just didn't seem set on staying there. They'd no sooner got him back in the house and returned to what they were doing than he'd popped up somewhere else. It was at the end of day five, after tracking him down all day and finding him in the field with the horses, that Hank finally agreed to give Allen's distractions a try. It would take some doing though. He wasn't sure how willing Richard would be to go along with it, not that he'd be given a choice about the first part. Richard was still asleep when he set the first part of the plan in motion.
Being as quiet as he could, Hank slipped out of bed and fetched the chain he'd tucked away in one of the spare rooms the night before. He'd already measured to make sure it was long enough, so he didn't hesitate as he padlocked it around the leg of the bed. Allen had already fitted a leather ankle cuff to the other end, which Hank carefully buckled around Richard's ankle and padlocked in place, soothing and stroking his calf as he squirmed in his sleep. That wasn't the part that was making Hank nervous though. He was nervous about the second part of Allen's plan, which wasn't something he had much experience with either.
The box containing the item had been set on the bedside to be forgotten until later, when Richard woke up. Unfortunately, his internal clock still insisted he was getting up at cursed-o'clock, but he no longer tried to get out of bed. Instead, he usually sat up like he wanted something or went to the bathroom. That morning was no exception. Unfortunately, getting up to go to the bathroom meant he was given no warning about the chain on his ankle. Surprised by the sound and feel of something cold brushing his leg, he almost fell over.
"Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck is this?" He was, perhaps quite rightly, pissed as hell. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was once he got his hand on it, or to figure out what it was for. Hank winced as the bedside light flicked on and Richard glared down at him, hair and pyjamas ruffled from sleep. It was hard to be intimidated when he looked so cute, but Richard was doing his best as he held up the chain. He definitely wasn't finding it funny.
"A little something to keep you where you're supposed to be." Richard's eyes thinned at that, hot with fury as he pulled. It was a thin chain, but not so thin that he could snap it, and the links were hardy, unlikely to bend just from human strength. Injured as he was, there was also no way he could lift the bed to pull the chain off, and the cuff was snug around his ankle. "Will you calm down?" It seemed he most certainly would not as his neck coloured.
"Calm down? Calm the fuck down? I'm not a fucking animal!" Hank winced at that. He'd never said or implied that he was, though being chained up did sort of limit him the same way as a dog on a leash or a horse on a leading rein. "Unlock this fucking thing!"
"Not a chance! It's for your own good! There's only so much Allen and I can do to keep up with you! Every time our backs are turned, you're out there getting yourself in trouble!" Trouble? He didn't even do anything! "You shouldn't be hobbling around the fields with the horses. What if one of them rears or you fall over and get trampled?" That was a risk even when he was at full health, and it was hardly an increased risk now. He still had both of his legs. It was just his arm that was out of action. Hank sighed at the look on his face and softened his approach, patting the bed beside him. "Look, if you're good for a few days, maybe we can think about taking it off." Think about taking it off?
"This is false imprisonment!"
"It's temporary! Just until you heal up a little more and stop getting into everything!" He'd expected him to take it badly, but perhaps not so badly as this. Hank got up as Richard looped the chain around his good shoulder and pulled, worried he was going to strain something. "Will you stop?" Richard stiffened as Hank wrapped his arms around him, glaring up as the chain was removed from his shoulder, and fell to the floor with a ringing clatter. "You know Allen would never come up with an idea like this to hurt you." That was true enough, but he still didn't care to be trussed up like an animal! "Do you need the bathroom? I made sure the chain would reach." How considerate of you...Richard gave a stiff nod and crossed to the ensuite, chain dragging and scraping the whole way.
Hank sort of understood it was probably a little degrading for Richard, but fuck if the sound of the chain didn't go straight to his cock. Despite that, he wasn't sure he'd be able to convince Richard to go along with the second part of the plan. He was pretty angry. It seemed he was even washing up and brushing his teeth to avoid coming back. Hoping to ease the tension, Hank slipped out and went to the kitchen to brew a pot of tea. Unfortunately, that meant that Richard came out while he was gone and noticed the nondescript box on his bedside. His cheeks flushed as he looked up at him, and Hank almost dropped the tray when he realised he'd actually have to explain it to him now.
"A-ah, I-I wasn't quite ready to-uh, what I mean is, I wasn't going to-"
"You weren't going to what?" He still sounded mad. Hoping to smooth things over, Hank set the tray on the chest of drawers before crossing and taking the black box, closing it with a magnetic snap. Sitting next to Richard in his boxers, the conversation felt pretty weird. He'd expected to talk about this when they were both more awake, and likely after Richard got over the chain. He probably thought it was a weird kink thing now. Technically, it was a weird kink thing, just not one of his. Allen seemed to know all about it though and seemed excited by the prospect of adding more gifts if Richard agreed to go along with this.
"I wasn't ready to bring it up yet, and it wasn't my idea." Richard huffed at that. He could guess whose idea it was. He'd known Allen for a long time, and heard about many of his escapades over the years. The things he'd done and situations he'd gotten himself into would give a virgin a heart attack. He tried not to think about his own curiosity during those conversations and the sense of lacking in his own simple life. In his younger years, he'd wondered if he was too boring, and now he was older, he felt he lacked experience in most areas.
"What is it?" Hank ran an awkward hand through his hair at that. He wasn't exactly versed in this sort of thing himself, but Allen had given him a crash course, and he'd read the packaging while cleaning it up and getting it ready. Just in case.
"Just a plug...It-uh, it goes in and there's a remote to make it buzz...It's supposed to feel nice." Having seen the shape and read a little of the packaging, Richard didn't need to ask where it was supposed to go. He was inexperienced; not stupid. Hank turned to face him, cocking one leg on the edge of the bed. "Allen thought a new experience might be enough to distract you...Give you something else to focus on besides getting under our feet all day." His voice was soft and teasing, filled with affection from all the times he'd had to cart him back to bed over the past few days. Richard was a little offended to hear he'd been getting under their feet. It really did make him sound like a dog, and now he'd been given a chew toy to keep him busy. "I-I thought it might be fun, you know?"
"Fun?" Fun for who? He knew many people enjoyed this stuff, but despite his curiosity, he'd never done it himself.
"It might make a fun game, you know...You wearing the plug, me pressing the button, and you not touching yourself until I say so." Richard balked, chestnut eyes shooting wide at the thought. That really did sound more like the sort of game Allen would play than him. He was just a simple man with simple urges. It probably wasn't a game meant for him. "You might like it...Texting to tell me how you're doing and asking if you can come." That didn't sound like fun at all! It sounded embarrassing as hell! Despite his timidity, he could see the heat clear enough in Hank's eyes to know he was up for trying it. He's not the one getting plugged! The thought of being trapped in bed with that weird stick buzzing in his ass was less than appealing.
"I-I don't think-" He cut off as Hank leaned closer, clamming up somewhat as rough whiskers prickled his neck. The light brush sent tingles across his skin and made his cock twitch. It was almost like Hank could read all his insecurities as he leaned closer, warm breath caressing his ear.
"No need to be embarrassed...It's just you and me." That didn't make him feel any better. "I've literally had my tongue in your ass." Richard balked at the reminder. He tried not to think about how much of his body Hank had seen. A large hand crossed his body to rub slow circles on his right hip, making him squirm. "You'll be on your own up here. I can tell Allen not to come over, and you only have to text me if you want to." That did make it seem a little less outrageous. It really wasn't that different to jerking off. "If you decide you don't like it, you can just take it out and I won't mention it again." Well, that was true. Richard gasped as the hand on his hip snuck across to grip the growing bulge in his pants. "Looks like your cock is interested, at least." Richard balked at the teasing, outright shuddering into Hank's shoulder as he chuckled and rubbed back and forth.
"Fuck, alright, but what are the rules?" Hank smirked as he drew back and kissed him in reward.
"Simple..." Richard gasped, clinging to Hank's large shoulder with his good arm as Hank leaned over him and lowered him to the bed. "You sit here looking pretty while I plug you up and you try not to touch yourself. When you can't take it anymore, you can call or text and I'll give you some instructions." Richard whined softly, feeling heat light his cheeks as a large, rough hand slipped in his boxers to rub and caress his ass. Hank remained mindful as he propped himself up, making sure he didn't touch Richard's injured arm as he leaned over him.
"W-what sort of instructions?" Hank chuckled gruffly as he slowly edged Richard's bottoms down to leave his ass bare against the sheets.
"How I want you to touch yourself. Grip hard or soft. Pump slow or fast. I'll ask you to tell me how much you're dripping, if you can feel yourself throbbing with the need to come. And just when you don't think you can take it, I might give you permission." Richard felt so small he swore the bed should open up and swallow him. Who the hell does that? Hank chuckled as if he could tell what he was thinking. "You feel weird about it now, but I'm pretty sure with the right motivation, you won't even think about how much you're begging." Begging? Who said anything about begging? "Oh? Don't think you will? Only one way to find out..." Richard twitched as a single finger rubbed and circled his tight ring. Hank was smirking in a way that made his brow twitch. He didn't think he could do it? Richard's lips thinned at that.
"Fine." Hank was a little surprised as Richard's hips bucked for more. "Plug me." Fuck, he wasn't about to turn down a salacious purr like that, especially when they so rarely fell from Richard's lips. Richard almost regretted accepting as Hank attacked his lips and gripped his ass. Lacing his fingers in Hank's tangled hair, he pulled him closer, only drawing back as Hank reached over to blindly fumble for the box on the table. Nerves fluttered in Richard's gut as he watched Hank open the box and pluck the smooth black silicone from the foam case. It was weird. Probably three inches long, like a row of four balls, but slightly curved.
"I'll make sure you don't regret this." Richard was less than reassured as Hank uncapped the lube and coated his fingers. He couldn't just shove it in, after all. "Lift your ass for me, honey...Attaboy." Those were fast becoming two of Richard's favourite phrases. Planting his feet on the mattress, he lifted his ass enough to give Hank room to finger him open. At any other time, feeling Richard's ass tightening around his fingers and feeling him squirm against his hand would have him sinking in right away, but today he had other plans. Richard whined as the fingers withdrew. It felt like he'd barely started when his fingers were gone and something smaller and harder was working its way inside. Hank kissed him as he pushed it in all the way, just the long, flat end keeping it trapped in place. It felt weird. Hank fingered the end, pushing and pulling to make the plug rock in his passage. "You like that, honey?" Richard wasn't sure he did. It didn't hurt, but it was just sort of in there.
"It's alright." Hank would take that for now. Plucking a tissue, he wiped up any excess lube and helped Richard sit up. Richard squirmed into his pants as he did so. Weird. Definitely weird. He wasn't sure he liked it as he felt the plug move and slip.
"Don't worry, you should get used to it after a while." Richard nodded. Hank was right. It was his first time wearing a plug, so there was bound to be an adjustment period. Picking up the small remote, Hank held it up for him to see. He even handed it over so Richard could turn the egg-like device this way and that. There was an on button, of course, and then a plus and minus. "Those are to dial up the intensity...There are a few buzzing patterns as well." Richard wasn't sure he understood that part, but he was sure Hank would enlighten him later. Hank chuckled as Richard pressed the on button and almost jumped off the bed. He knew it was supposed to buzz, but he hadn't quite expected it to feel like that.
It was on the lowest setting, which was perhaps why it wasn't doing much besides making his insides thrum slightly. There was a certain oddness, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant, especially when he squirmed. It intensified the feeling of the silicone rubbing and grinding his passage. Noticing how he was squirming, Hank set a hand on his thigh, keeping his touch light because of the bruising. Richard stilled at Hank's touch, but it didn't escape either of their notice that his cock twitched, still half-hard from the earlier fingering.
"You want to leave it on?" Hank asked as he took the remote back, but Richard shook his head. He really needed to get used to the plug itself before they played with the buzzing. With that in mind, Hank obligingly turned it off and pocketed the remote for later. "I'll be testing the distance on this a bit. It probably won't work from all the way out in the field." That was probably true. Richard watched as Hank crossed to the dresser and poured the tea, meekly accepting the cup and sipping away as he perched on Hank's side of the bed. Hank joined him, trying not to smirk too much at the way he kept fidgeting. I have the feeling today is going to be fun...