It was a full three weeks before Richard dared go near his riding gear again, but during that time, they at least let him around the stables again. Hank still joined him most mornings to clear the fields and take out the horses, but he could now lead some of the more relaxed mares by himself. How generous…Despite his chagrin, Richard put up with it for a few weeks, but the more time passed, the more his shoulder healed. He could fully rotate it, and there weren't even bruises anymore. Two months was just a guideline anyway, right? The first month had already passed, and he was probably fully healed already! With that in mind, Richard chose a Wednesday morning when Hank was busy and Allen hadn't arrived to slip into his riding gear and head down to the stables.

Things were going just as planned. He'd chosen one of the more experienced, and better tempered, mares and tied her outside the stall to tack her up. Her saddle and bridle were on, he had his helmet on, and he was ready to go. As he walked her out, it crossed his mind that both Allen and Hank would be mad once they inevitably found out. It wasn't like he'd be able to sneak around once he was actually up in the saddle. His stomach squirmed anxiously as he looked around the deserted yard. Hank was busy elsewhere, and Allen hadn't arrived yet. He couldn't even hear an approaching car. If I'm quick, Al might never know…

"I only have a month left! Riding won't cause that much damage, right?" The mare, Treacle, snorted and scraped the ground in what seemed like agreement. Richard chuckled softly, patting her glossy neck. She was a pretty thing. Dark chestnut fur with a black mane and tail. Unlike most of the other mares, she was a guest. Her owners couldn't get down to see her often, so Richard and Allen took turns exercising her. It seemed she'd missed him these past few weeks. Allen was notably heavier. "That's right, yes…We know what we're doing, don't we, girl?" Treacle bowed her head and nosed his chest, accepting the teasing fingers that rubbed her cheeks in response.

Patting her neck and holding the reins steady, Richard moved to her side to climb up. This was it. After weeks of impatient waiting, he was finally going to get his foot in the stirrup and heave himself up. He wouldn't go crazy. The doctors were right that another fall would undo all his healing. He'd just take her for a walk, maybe along some of the quieter roads where they wouldn't be spooked by passing cars. That wasn't really a concern all the way out here anyway. With that in mind, Richard licked his lips and gripped either side of the saddle. He slipped his foot in the stirrup and leaned forward, getting his weight settled in order to heave himself up. Counting in his head, he was just about to push off when a brawny arm took his waist and all but lifted him away from Treacle, who snorted and scraped the ground in protest before walking after him with clicking hooves.

"Oh-no you don't!" Richard's heart ended up somewhere in his stomach as Hank's voice gruffed almost triumphantly in his ear. He almost stumbled as he was placed on his feet and turned to find Hank standing there with his hands on his hips. "I thought you were acting a little strange this morning." Richard stammered an objection. He didn't think he'd been that obvious! They'd cleaned the fields as usual, and then Hank had gone off to complete his rounds while Richard had returned to the house and changed into his riding gear. "Well?" Richard blinked.

"Well, what?"

"What do you have to say for yourself? You know you're not allowed to ride for about another four weeks!" Richard glowered. Hank sounded far too much like Allen for his liking. Unlike Allen, he wasn't actually angry though. For Hank, this was far more like a game. One he actually enjoyed playing. Richard grumbled under his breath, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face as he kicked the ground. Treacle was just as annoyed as she nosed Hank's back, getting a hearty pat on the neck for her troubles.

"I wasn't going to gallop or anything like that! Just take her around the quiet roads…" Richard folded his arms with a pout in his voice. He wasn't a child, and he wasn't incapable. He was an excellent rider and knew his own limits. Two months was more a guideline than anything else! His shoulder was already healed. If Allen wasn't such a worrywart, he would have been riding again weeks ago! He knew his own body well enough to know he was healed. His shoulder didn't hurt when he rotated it anymore, he didn't need the sling, and he could lift things when he was allowed.

"You heard what the doctor said! Another fall now could undo all that healing. The fracture might be mostly healed, but another good knock now could split it wide open again, or worse!" Richard avoided Hank's eyes. He knew he was right. Allen would have said as much. But it's not like I was planning on racing the track! We were just going for a walk! That fall was the worst he'd had in years! What were the chances of having two big falls in such a short time? He was an experienced rider! He knew what he was doing! "It doesn't matter that it's only a walk! What if a car spooks her, hm? Or she gets a little excited and goes running off?" He'd chosen a good tempered mare to limit those risks! He wasn't an idiot, though Hank was right that he couldn't account for other people on the road.

"I'll be careful! Just…thirty minutes!" There was more than a bit of a plea in his voice now.

"Oh-no, not a chance!" Richard yelped as he was summarily picked up and hoisted over Hank's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Fisting the back of his shirt, Richard tried to push himself up to glare over his shoulder as Hank started walking. Losing his grip, he flopped over Hank's shoulder to stare at his booted feet as a firm hand gripped the back of his knees to keep him safe. Feeling indignant, Richard gripped Hank's belt and lifted his head enough to see Treacle walking after them as they headed across the yard.

"Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" He would have kicked his legs, only he didn't want to risk falling. Hank chuckled and patted his ass, leaving his hand there to stroke and squeeze, much to Richard's indignation. "Where are you taking me?" They weren't heading to the house. They were heading away from the stables. Across the yard. With a sharp gasp, Richard started squirming, heat rising to his cheeks. They were going to the barn. He was even more mortified as he heard the familiar sound of Allen's car arriving in. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad that he didn't see it before Hank got him inside the barn and shut the heavy door behind them. "Don't even think about it!" They hadn't been in the barn since the last time.

"You want to ride something, right? I'm giving you what you wanted!" Richard thumped his back in retaliation, though his fists did little besides making Hank laugh. "Easy now! I don't want you to fall." His heart pounded as he gripped Hank's shirt, watching in horror as the ground started getting further away. He tensed as Hank climbed, keeping as still as possible until he set him on his ass in the loft and got to his feet. Richard scooted away across the straw covered floor, silently glaring until his back met a wooden surface. "I've been wanting to get you back out here…" Richard remained where he was and drew his knees up.

"I told you, I'm not doing that again!" It was too risky, being left up here for hours on end, alone and defenceless. Last time had been a disaster! He'd never felt so embarrassed! What if he'd wet himself? What if Allen had found him? The thought made his cheeks burn.

"But you broke the rules again." Richard balked. This wasn't part of the rules! He was about to say as much, only Hank chose that moment to lift him to his feet and press his back against the sloped edge of the wooden box and devour his lips. It didn't take more than a few heated presses to have Richard gripping his shirt and pulling him closer, little mewls rumbling in his throat the whole time. Hank cursed against his lips, pushing so close his whiskers grazed his lips. Leaving him dazed against the box, Hank leaned back a little. "Come on…I'll let you choose." Richard balked. As if he was going to choose which torture device he was strapped into!

"Not a chance!" Hank smirked as he slipped a hand between his legs to palm his already hardening cock. It was obvious in the tight riding pants, rigid and aching to be touched. Richard moaned softly and gripped Hank's shirt.

"Well, I can't trust you to do as you're told, so keeping you up here is the only option." That was a weak excuse, and they both knew it. Stepping back a little, Hank gave him an open view of the room and let his dark eyes wander around it. There was the odd suspension stockage that looked pretty uncomfortable, the stall he'd been strapped in last time, the box he was leaning against, multiple ropes and chains, and that odd restraining chair he'd seen before. The one he could be strapped into with his thighs spread wide open and fucked by either Hank or one of the freestanding electric sex machines. His ears turned red as Hank's blue eyes met his. The hand on his cock tightened, sliding higher to trace the seam of his ass. "Want your hole filled, hm?" Richard thumped his shoulder and glowered. Hank smirked, taking his silence as a yes.

"W-wait!" Richard gripped Hank's upper arms, stumbling slightly as he was walked backwards across the loft towards the ominous-looking chair. It had a leather seat and high back, with moveable legs rests attached to it that could be altered to spread its victim open. The high back could also stand or recline, offering many angles for whatever play was happening. At the top of the chair were thick wrist cuffs, and there was a strap that could go across the chest as well. Hank paused his onslaught of insistent kisses and stopped walking to look down at Richard with a questioning air. "I-I don't want to be left alone up here for god knows how long again!"

"I said I was sorry about that!" Sorry or not, Richard hadn't forgotten. Hank looked a little guilty as he ran a hand through his hair, still rubbing circles on Richard's waist. "Alright, I'll look in every hour or so, alright?" Richard still wasn't thrilled at the prospect of being left alone and vulnerable for anyone to find. Hank huffed fondly as if reading his mind and did his best to distract him. He peppered his lips with gentle kisses, lingering longer and longer until he felt his body relax. A moan slipped out as he rubbed Richard's cock through his tight slacks and moved to squeeze his ass. It was ripe for a fucking, but that wasn't his immediate plan. The thought almost made him smirk as he unclipped Richard's helmet and pulled it off.

They drew back long enough for Hank to set it down carefully. He was pretty sure Richard would kill him if he tossed his riding gear. The next thing to go was the quilted riding jacket. It was nice. Dark green with gold buttons. After that was the tight white top beneath. Hank backed Richard between the leg rests of the chair until his back was resting against the edge of the high seat, which was at the perfect height for Hank's cock. That little detail didn't slip Richard's notice as he found himself trapped against the seat. He gripped the leather edge nervously as Hank kissed his way down his bare chest to the waist of his slacks. Ignoring them, he dropped to his knees and unzipped his riding boots, removing them carefully one by one. Only then did he finally reach up and strip Richard of both those tight white slacks and the black pants beneath.

"Fuck, look at you. So eager already." Richard hissed as Hank's rough hand gripped his cock and stroked back and forth. "Can't wait to get your ass filled, can you?" Hank didn't give him time to answer as he stood and lifted him on to the chair. Now that they were at kissing height, Hank lavished him with urgent kisses, nipping his lips and teasing his tongue. It was only as they parted that Richard became truly anxious. What the fuck was Hank planning to do? He was afraid to ask as Hank drew back to smirk at him. "Let's get you all strapped up, hm?" Richard couldn't help feeling nervous as Hank stroked his thighs and had him lean against the leather back rest. "Don't worry…I'll get you good and snug."

Richard twitched nervously as Hank trailed a hand down his right thigh and lifted his leg into the curved rest. His calf rested comfortably in the leather cradle and Hank tightened the straps until they were flush against his skin, making it impossible for him to pull free. He smirked as he looked down at him and moved on to his left leg. Richard stiffened in his seat as Hank circled his open legs to stand beside him. A yelp slipped out as the backrest dropped to leave his body leaning at a gentle incline, putting him at eye level with his spread thighs.

"Don't be so jumpy…Just relax!"

"Easy for you to say," Richard grumbled, feeling even more anxious as Hank took his left wrist and raised it above his head. Looking up, he watched as Hank strapped his wrist to the top of the backrest, leaving his arm bent at the elbow. Leaning back as he was, it was actually quite comfortable. The second wrist soon joined the first, and Hank stepped back to admire his handiwork. Fuck, he could sink in right now. He was pretty sure Richard wouldn't complain. He'd take his cock, held open and barely able to move as he was fucked until Hank came and left him there all day with jizz dripping out of his ass. Tempting as it was, he had a better idea.

"Let's get those legs spread properly." Richard squirmed as Hank stepped between his thighs again and unlocked the bars. He could move them in and out to curl his thighs more, move them up and down to tilt his ass back further, and swing them wider. Hank widened them first, pushing until Richard winced and moving back just enough so it didn't hurt. That still meant Hank could press flush against his ass and still have space on either side. "Fuck, you're so flexible." Richard glared, his cheeks colouring at the jibe. "I'm not complaining!" Hank chuckled as Richard clicked his tongue and looked away before bending his thighs more. By the time he was done, Richard was spread like a Christmas turkey with his knees above his hips. To stop him from slipping, Hank hooked the strap over his chest and tightened it. "You look good…"

"Yeah, right…" Richard avoided his gaze as he circled him and appeared at the end of the chair with his phone. It was almost humiliating how his cock twitched with interest as Hank snapped a photo. Looking around, Hank smirked as he dragged the horse box closer and balanced his phone on it. "What the fuck are you doing?" Hank, who had his back turned, flipped the camera so it filmed outwards and positioned it, zooming in until he had a good view of Richard strapped in the chair. It was just high enough to give him a good view of everything. His ass, his cock, and his face.

"Well, since you like being on camera so much…" Richard clicked his tongue and looked away. Unfortunately, that meant he lost track of Hank as he disappeared across the loft. Listening, Richard could hear his heavy boots thudding across the straw covered floor. There was some scraping and clattering and Hank returned with one of the fucking machines and a silicone attachment. He made a deliberate show of it as he dropped to one knee and set it up, making sure Richard had a good look as he turned it on. Richard squirmed as the cock started moving back and forth with a smooth glide. It even twisted, something that would really grind his walls.

"H-hey! I'm not sure…" They both knew what he was like once he got going. There was no way he'd be able to keep quiet. Hank smirked and enjoyed the way Richard squirmed. That was half the fun. If he didn't want to be discovered, he'd have to learn to control that pretty mouth of his.

"Just be grateful I'm not attaching the milker, too." Richard balked as his cock twitched. "Maybe next time," Hank added as he stroked his dripping cock. Richard shivered, whining softly as Hank continued to palm and tease him. Leaning between his thighs, Hank kissed him, nibbling his lips and teasing his tongue until he was soft and breathless. Drawing back, he enjoyed the dazed look on his face before dropping to his knees and getting to work properly. Richard couldn't help feeling exposed as he noticed the phone, though he couldn't really see the screen from where he sat. He didn't need to see it to know it was filming. Aimed at his ass, capturing each twitch of his cock and every broken mewl. He twitched as Hank's weathered hands squeezed and stroked his thighs and his lips kissed a trail up to his balls.

"H-Henry!" He didn't even hesitate before taking them in to suck and tease his sack. His tongue was merciless, poking and prodding the soft globes until Richard's thighs quivered. His ass and back were already getting sweaty enough to stick to the leather, something that only got worse as Hank licked along his perineum all the way to his tight little asshole. Richard moaned softly as he looked down to find Hank's silver head bobbing between his thighs, blue eyes glancing up occasionally to gauge how he was doing. Hank smirked as he moved closer, swirling the tight ring and pushing inside to lick the inner edges. Richard couldn't help it as he tried to buck his hips, using the leg rests to lift his ass for more.

"Attaboy, Richie," Hank praised as he drew back and grabbed a tube of thick gel. Richard openly moaned as Hank coated his fingers and pushed inside. He didn't even have to start with one finger anymore. Richard was naturally stretched to expect two these days. The passage closed around him, sucking the probing digits deeper. Hank chuckled as he watched Richard move with him, jerking and grinding his hips against the leather, which was soon smeared with lube. "That's it…Relax…" Richard whined softly, letting his head fall back against the padded leather as Hank fingered him open. His cock twitched, slapping his pelvis and leaving sticky smears as it dripped.

"W-Wait! I-I don't think-" Richard cut off with a gasp as the rubbery tip stretched his entrance. Hank chuckled softly, moving slowly as he fed the attachment in by hand. It was almost as big as he was, but much harder. It felt a little odd being stretched by the silicone dildo. Though it was shaped like a cock, and even had artificial veins, it was harder and colder. Hank watched carefully, blue eyes alert for any sign of pain. He could tell it was a little uncomfortable, but Richard hadn't winced or hissed yet. Once the attachment was fully seated, he didn't worry so much. Richard shuddered as Hank shoved the attachment as deep as it would go and set up the electronic arm.

"Let's get this show on the road." Richard balked as Hank turned it on, dark eyes widening in shock as the cock in his ass pulled out in one smooth motion, only to return moments later. Hank chuckled as Richard's legs pulled at the restraints and his ass tried to squirm away, even as the cock stroked his inner walls. His lips parted in a helpless whine, cock twitching with interest despite his mortification. The chair was immovable. He was trapped. Defenceless. Helpless. His cock stiffened at the thought. "Fuck, look at you…Taking it like a champ." Hank leaned down to play with the settings a little, making the cock twist and grind his passage with each smooth thrust. Richard moaned, staring at Hank with pleading eyes as he was fucked, restrained and spread open in the chair. A feast for Hank's aged eyes.

"H-Henry!" The machine wasn't brushing his spot, but it was still building him up. Each grind of his walls sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his pelvis, which tightened and tightened, ready to overflow. Hank stepped aside and palmed himself. His cock was already hard, and he was tempted to fuck Richard right then and there, but he stuck to the plan. Richard whined as Hank leaned over and kissed his temple.

"Enjoy your toy, honey. I'll come back and check on you soon." Richard shook his head. Don't leave! With a smirk, Hank waved and headed to the edge of the loft.

"H-Henry! D-don't you-uhn!" Squirming was making it worse, or perhaps better. It almost brushed his spot that time. Richard's thighs quivered, arms pulling at the cuffs above his head as Hank slipped over the edge of the loft. He hated the fact that part of him revelled in his own helplessness. I-I do not!

"I'll be back, promise! Don't worry about holding back; come as much as you like." Richard glared as Hank disappeared. As if he was going to come! He'd knock the damned thing over before he let that happen! Lifting his ass, Richard tried to squirm free, but the cock was too deep for him to fully pull off, and all his squirming did was allow it plunge in at a new and utterly delicious angle that had him mewling like a ferret in heat. "Not too loud now, Richie. Allen's outside, remember?" Richard whined softly, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. I'm not going to come…I'm not going to come, and I'm not going to moan.

There was another chuckle as the barn door creaked open and clattered shut. The bolt slid across, telling him he was now locked inside. Fuck! Sitting up was impossible with the chest strap. He twisted this way and that, trying to pull his arms free, but the cuffs were too strong and too tight. The cock plunged in, forcing him to clench his teeth or risk another loud moan. His cock was dripping, twitching and bobbing on his pelvis with each thrust. Richard tried not to think about it as he turned his attention to his strapped legs. One by one, he tried to pull them free, but all that did was change the angle of the relentless cock. He threw his head back with a helpless moan, gasping and panting as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck…It felt so good. Looking up, he could see his bound wrists. It was impossible to pull free. His arms quivered, cock twitching at his own helplessness.

A new thought crossed his mind. He had permission. Hank said it was alright. I'm not some fucking animal! I'm not going to fuck myself on this…thing! Richard all but glared at the camera, refusing to give Hank the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart. Turning his face, he held his breath and did his best to ignore the slick in and out slide of the rubbery cock. How it stroked and teased his walls with that delicious twist. How the tip was so close to bumping that one little spot if he just moved his ass a little more.

Swallowing, Richard licked his lips. He was getting hot. Sweat beaded his skin and trickled down his neck. His back and ass were sticking and slipping on the leather. His thighs twitched and trembled. Richard blinked at the camera with dazed eyes and whined softly. He wasn't even sure how long it had been, but it didn't feel like Hank had left that long ago. His cock was ready to burst, but he wouldn't let it. No way was he giving Hank the satisfaction. No way…Not a chance…And yet he could feel it. The tip of the attachment was almost right on top of that one little spot. It was so close. If he could just move his hips a little…

His head fell back with a keening mewl as he nudged his hips and a sharp jolt of pleasure swept through his insides. Fuck, it felt so good. Panting, he lifted his hips again, meeting the cock with another whine. His own cock twitched, pearly drops beading at the flushed tip. Richard watched and held his breath as the first drip fell free and trickled down his shaft to be lost in the dark curls below. He bit his lip, unable to resist the urge to rock into the thrusting cock. His lips parted in an urgent gasp as he ran out of breath, dark eyes staring at Hank's phone almost accusingly. This is your fault!

"H-Henry!" The name slipped out as a helpless plea as he squirmed again, taking the cock with a helpless whine. Hank was right. Allen was out there somewhere. He had to put a stop to this and quiet down, but the tide of pleasure was rising, ready to crash. His hips jerked faster, frustrated with the cock that was stuck at a single, steady pace. "F-fuck!" It rammed that spot again, almost bringing tears to his eyes as he rocked into it. G-good…Helplessness swept through him again. How he was strapped in the chair, spread wide open with a cock ploughing his ass and no way to stop it. It wasn't his fault, right? Hank had done this. He was a victim of circumstance. The cock grinding his passage was going to make him come, and Hank's phone had a bird's-eye view of the show. F-fuck! He came with a helpless mewl, thick pearly release shooting right up to his chest and catching his cheek. N-no…H-Henry!

The cock didn't stop. He'd come, and the cock didn't stop! Richard whimpered as the grind in his passage continued. His whole body trembled with aftershocks that didn't stop as the thrusts abused that one spot. Shit-fuck-fuck-fuck-His ass was tender now, though it wasn't quite painful. It was more like everything felt more sensitive since his orgasm. He could feel the cool air caressing his nipples and had the urge to pinch them. With his arms trapped, all he could do was squirm and whine. He stopped squirming straight away. His ass was too sensitive. If the cock brushed his spot again, he swore he was going to see stars.

"H-Henry…" It was a broken whine as he tugged at the leg restraints, helplessly trapped. It was too much, but he could feel his tired cock twitching again already. He whined, watching more pearly fluid spill on his pelvis. How could his cock be interested so soon? He'd barely come two minutes ago! Even his arms were quivering now as he leaned back in the seat and gazed at the phone with a helpless whine. It was worse than having the plug in his ass. At least that hadn't pounded so relentlessly. Fuck, I'm going to fucking kill him! Despite thinking that, Richard couldn't help wondering what Hank would do when he returned and found him like this, wrecked and covered in his own come. His cock twitched again at the thought.