Strawberry Cowboy

Despite his fears, Raphael behaved while they were in the main house. It almost made Lyle believe last night had been a dream. Still, his thighs ached. He couldn't stand pretending like he was fine and shortly excused himself under the pretense of checking in with his work.

Under an hour had passed when Lyle was startled from his rest by the sound of his bedroom door being unlocked then opened. He shot up in bed to see Raphael standing in the doorway. Lyle glared at Raphael.

"You could have knocked." Lyle said tartly.

"Would you have answered if you knew it was me?" Raphael asked as he crossed the distance between them.

"No." Lyle admitted.

"You did well today; pretending like nothing happened." Raphael reached out and stroked Lyle's cheek.

"What else was I supposed to do?" Lyle scoffed.

Raphael chuckled then leaned forward. Lyle closed his eyes, but he didn't feel anything. When he opened his eyes, he found Raphael had pulled away and was watching him with a cocky smile. "Come on, your dad wants us to exercise the horses."

**

Lyle breathed heavily as he entered the barn with the chestnut colored stallion in tow. He had given him more trouble today than he had lately. It was as if the stallion could tell Lyle had no energy and took advantage of it. He led the stallion back to his stall and took off his gear before brushing him down. When he was done, he found Raphael watching him.

"Are you stalking me?" Lyle sighed.

Raphael shrugged. "Small farm."

"Uh-huh" Lyle shook his head and left the stall. Raphael grabbed his hand. Lyle glanced around but they were alone in the horse barn. "What are you doing?"

Raphael pulled Lyle into his arms and kissed him softly. "I wanted to kiss you, is that so bad?"

"You shouldn't do that here. What if someone sees us?" Lyle frowned and pushed away from Raphael.

"If not here, then does it mean it's okay to do it in the carriage house?" He smiled as he once again pulled Lyle into his arms.

"No. It's not okay anywhere. I told you last night to stop but you didn't listen. Now, I'm telling you again. Stop it." Lyle pushed at Raphael's chest but felt him remain still.

Raphael's grip on Lyle's arms tightened and Lyle winced. "If it's not okay anywhere, then here is as good a place as any."

Pulling Lyle with him, Raphael led them to the supply room. Raphael pushed Lyle inside and looked around at the various harnesses and other gear. It made him think of the black elastic full-body cage harness he'd also found with Lyle's toys. His cock hardened as he thought of Lyle dressed up in it.

"Raphael, please. I'm begging you to stop this." Lyle balled his hands in fists.

"Why should I?" He asked, advancing on Lyle.

"This is wrong and you know it." Lyle said, backing up till he hit the wall.

"I don't care. I'm addicted to you now, Lyle." He pinned the younger man with his body.

"Raph, I-" Lyle was cut off by a kiss that brought back the memories of last night. His body reacted. Lyle drew back his fist then found his arm pinned by his wrist.

"Ah-ah. No hitting." Raphael said teasingly. "Remember what I said last night?"

Pulling Lyle's shirt to the side, he pressed his fingers into the sore mark he'd made on Lyle's shoulder. It was a painful reminder. "You're mine until this goes away."

Raphael once again pressed his lips to Lyle's. Lyle turned his head to the side and struggled against Raphael's punishing hold. "I never agreed to that."

"Oh, yes you did. I remember you saying 'yes sir' so sweetly." Raphael kissed Lyle's throat.

Lyle wavered. He had said that. He pushed the memory away. "I don't want this."

"You don't?" Raphael said with mock-sadness. "Let's ask your body."

Raphael then undid Lyle's belt buckle and jeans, pushing them down to reveal his boxers. Lyle pushed at his hands to no avail and soon Raphael had shoved his hand into Lyles boxers to feel his wet sex. He grinned.

"Your body remembers me well enough." His deep voice seemed to reverberate through Lyle as he rubbed the slick folds of Lyle's pussy. Lyle bit his lip. "What? Nothing to say?"

"Fuck you." Lyle hissed.

Raphael chuckled and pushed Lyle to the ground. "Damn. I guess you need another lesson in manners."

"Wait, Raphael." Lyle tried to scramble to his feet but was once again pushed down to the floor, this time with Raphael's weight pinning him.

"If you learn to be a good boy, you can make requests. Until then, I'll take you where I want and when I want. I don't give a damn who sees." Raphael said as he roughly pulled down Lyle's boxers.

He aligned himself with Lyle's opening and pushed inside. His cockhead slickened easily and slowly began to penetrate Lyle. Raphael moaned in Lyle's ear as he slowly stuffed him with his cock. Lyle couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. His already exhausted thighs trembled as Raphael began to pump into him slowly at first then building speed till the air around them was filled with the reverberating slaps of skin against skin.

"Raph, stop." Lyle panted. "It's too loud."

Raphael leaned over Lyle and kissed his neck, wrapping his arm around Lyles waist and changing his thrusts so they were now shallow but deep. "You want it like this?"

Lyle gasped and felt himself twitch around Raphael's thick cock. He felt his body tensing with his coming orgasm. Moaning lowly, he pushed back against Raphael. Raphael then used his other hand to stuff two fingers into Lyle's mouth.

"Shh. You don't want to be loud." Raphael teased as he began to pump his fingers in the same rhythm as his cock. Lyle moaned around his fingers and Raphael grinned.

Lyle's belly tensed and his back arched as his orgasm ripped through him. He moaned around Raphael's fingers and felt drool drip down his chin. Once again, Raphael was making a mess of him. Raphael quickened his thrusts and shortly came inside of Lyle. When he was done, he stood on shaky legs and zipped up his pants. Unable to resist, he slipped his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of Lyle from behind with his jeans and boxers down and his hole dripping his cum.

Lyle tensed as he heard the sound of the camera go off. Turning around, he saw Raphael appreciating the photo on his phone. Quickly standing and righting his clothes, Lyle marched up to Raphael and attempted to swipe the phone out of his hands.

"What are you doing?" Lyle growled.

"Saving a memory." Raphael smiled as he held the phone out of Lyle's reach. "I didn't get to take any pics last night."

"Delete it." Lyle stomped the ground and pushed Raphael who only chuckled.

"No." Raphael pushed Lyle back. "I told you, you're mine. That means I'll do what I want with you; including taking pictures."

"Raph, please delete it." Lyle begged.

"Why delete it? It's such a good picture of you. Maybe I should show it around?" Raphael teased. Lyle paled. "What do you think your parents would think of this?"

"What do you want?" Lyle asked, exasperated and worn down.

"Do what I want." Raphael shrugged. "If you obey me, then I'll never show this picture to anyone. You have my word."

"Fine. Just please delete it." Lyle held on to Raphael, his eyes pleading.

"Kiss me." Raphael ordered. Lyle obeyed without thinking, pressing his lips to Raph's.

Raphael wrapped his arms around Lyle and kissed him hungrily. Lyle yielded to Raph and let him plunder his mouth with his tongue. Raphael's hands dropped to Lyle's ass where he kneaded the shapely rump beneath his jeans.

"After dinner, I will come to your room tonight. If you're good and do everything I ask, I will delete the photo." Raphael said, his lips brushing against Lyle's. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Lyle said, nodding.

"Good boy." Raphael pulled away from Lyle and turned toward the door. "See you tonight."

Lyle watched as Raphael left the storage room and felt his stomach drop. He didn't know what Raphael could have planned for him. Whatever it was, it would be better than the shame of that photo getting leaked. There was no way he could admit to his family what had happened between him and Raphael.

**

Dinner was the usual conversation. Lyle found it hard to keep up appearances and tried to talk like his normal self. All the while, his mind was racing. Across from him sat Raphael and Lyle could feel the searing intensity of his eyes.

Lyle tried to remain in the main house as long as possible. He even helped his mother with the dishes without being asked. Anything to keep his mind preoccupied and buy him time. By the time everyone was preparing to go to bed, Raphael had been long gone to the carriage house. Lyle knew this would just give him more time to prepare but couldn't help but delay the inevitable. Eventually he walked back the short distance to the carriage house and found the living room dark.

Slowly making his way up to his room on the second floor, Lyle noticed the lights were out here, too. Opening his door, he flicked on the lights and noticed Raphael had been in the room. On his bed sat a black elastic body harness along with a black jockstrap. Lyle was surprised by the arms around him as Raphael came up behind him.

"Hey there, strawberry." Raphael said as he buried his face in Lyle's curly auburn hair. Lyle frowned at the nickname. "Ready?"

Lyle swallowed his protest then nodded. "I'm ready."

"Good, now get dressed for me." Raphael kissed Lyle's cheek before gently pushing him into the bedroom.

Raphael watched as Lyle kept his back to him and stripped out of his clothes. He slowly put on the jock strap and then, somehow, untangled the harness to pull it on so that his body was covered in black straps. He hung his shoulders in defeat, keeping his back to Raphael.

"Turn around." Raphael ordered.

Lyle swallowed his nerves and turned around for Raphael to finish his inspection. He smiled and licked his lips voraciously. His fingers brushed along a shoulder strap, fixing it. He then kissed the top of Lyle's head.

"On your knees." Came the next order.

Lyle obeyed, sinking to his knees and looking up at Raphael, awaiting his next order. Raphael stroked Lyle's face and stared deeply into his eyes. There was a mix of emotion there and the alluring hint of reciprocated lust beneath the anger and shame.

"Open your mouth." Raphael said, his thumb rubbing over Lyle's bottom lip.

Lyle opened his mouth and let Raphael push his thumb inside and over Lyle's tongue. His skin tasted of soap and salt. Raphael felt a shiver of pleasure run through him as Lyle obeyed.

"What should I do with you?" Raphael mused. Lyle wanted to roll his eyes. He knew where this was going. "Suck my cock."

Lyle's hands trembled slightly as he undid Raphael's belt and pants. He pushed them down with Raphael's boxers and freed his cock. The thick behemoth bobbed erect as Lyle began to take the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip and Raphael groaned.

"Use your hands, too." He ordered gruffly as his hands tangled in Lyle's hair.

Lyle nodded and sank further down on Raphael's cock. He began to bob his head as he took more into his mouth little by little. Soon his hand joined his mouth, gripping the base where his mouth couldn't reach. He began to suck in earnest, mouth and hand moving together to stroke Raphael's cock. Raphael sighed out, pleased, and bucked his hips with Lyle's movements.

"Fuck, you're good at this." Raphael breathed out and let his eyes roll back as he was lost to pleasure.

Lyle felt his cheeks redden at the compliment but kept going. He was focused and hoped, after this, he could get that photo deleted. Rubbing the underside of Raphael's cock with his tongue, Lyle urged him to cum. Soon his other hand began to rub over Raphael's thigh then up his hip. Lyle then moved his hand down to massage Raphael's balls as his mouth and other hand worked his cock. Groaning, Raphael pulled back and covered Lyle's hand with his own. He pumped his cock till he came on Lyle's pretty face. Breathing heavily, Raphael grinned as he looked down at Lyle.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and opened the camera roll. "A deal is a deal."

He deleted the photo then, slyly, turned on the camera and took a new picture. This time it was for his own personal use and he'd made sure to turn off the volume. Lyle looked up at him, cum dripping down his face.

"You deleted it?" He asked naively.

"Yes." Raphael sighed and pulled up his pants. He then helped Lyle to his feet. "But that doesn't mean we're done here."

Raphael pushed a drop of cum off Lyle's lips before kissing him and leading him back to the bed. He pushed Lyle down and picked up something Lyle hadn't noticed before; the small butt plug from the previous night. Lyle had removed and washed it in the shower then hidden it. Apparently he had not hidden it well enough.

"Raph, wasn't that enough?" Lyle asked, backing up on the bed.

"It's never enough. Lay back and lift your legs." Raphael ordered, pulling a small bottle of lube from his pocket. He wet the entirety of the plug before lowering himself over Lyle. Lyle had done as ordered and lifted his legs. He kept his eyes averted as Raphael slowly worked the plug into him. "One of these days I'm going to fuck this perfect ass of yours."

Lyle gasped as the thickest part of the plug passed into him and his anus clamped down on the post. Raphael rubbed the outside of the plug, teasing Lyle. He began to kiss over his chest and lick over his small round nipples. Lyle whimpered.

"Perfect." Raphael breathed as he looked down at Lyle. Lyle swallowed as Raphael pressed against him. He was already hard again.

Lyle had given up fighting back at this point and let himself be lulled into a false sense of security. He told himself that this would be the last time. After all, Raphael had deleted the picture. Raphael pushed the jock strap to the side and began to rub over Lyle's sensitive labia before finding the hard clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Lyle was hard.

"You're being such a good boy tonight." Raphael stroked Lyle's cheek with his other hand. Lyle pressed a kiss into his palm and Raphael felt his hunger deepen. Seeing Lyle being sweet made him want him even more.

Dipping his fingers lower, Raphael slipped two fingers into Lyle's wet hole. He groaned as he felt the wet folds of Lyle's cunny grip his fingers. He wanted to reward Lyle. Curling his fingers, Raphael pressed into Lyle's g-spot. He thrust his fingers into Lyle over and over again, eliciting gasps. Deepening his thrusts, Raphael watched as Lyle's belly tensed beneath the black straps of the body harness. His entire body tensed and arched as Lyle came. He panted for breath as Raphael continued to pump into him with his fingers.

"Wait. Raph, Wait!" Lyle cried out as he was pushed through his orgasm and began the fast ascent to another. He tensed as another orgasm ripped through them and his cunt clamped down on Raphael and twitched around his fingers.

"Good boy." Raphael breathed, finally stopping the motion of his fingers. Then he pulled them out and Lyle was empty again. He felt a needy want to be full again. "Do you want the real thing now?"

Lyle looked up, his eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. He wanted more. Each time he was driven past an orgasm, Lyle felt as if he no longer had the willpower to resist Raphael. Looking away from his brother-in-law, Lyle lifted his legs and spread his pussy open with his fingers; offering it to Raphael.

Freeing his cock, Raphael quickly aligned himself then pushed into Lyle. His insides felt like silk. Raphael lifted Lyle's legs and rested his calves on his shoulders. He grabbed Lyle's forearms and used them as leverage as he fucked Lyle. His thrusts were deep and Lyle couldn't help but moan.

"Look at me." Raphael ordered gruffly. Lyle's eyes shot to Raphael and he felt himself shudder beneath the penetrating gaze. "That's right. My good boy."

Raphael could feel the way Lyle tightened around him each time he called him a good boy. He leaned down and whispered in Lyle's ear. "Do you like it when I praise you?"

"I like it." Lyle murmured. He felt Raphael swell inside him.

Pressing his face into Lyle's neck, Raphael kissed over the sensitive pale skin. "Good boy. You are so sweet when you know to obey. My perfect, sweet, good boy."

Lyle felt his ears burn with heat as Raphael fucked into him with each compliment. His belly tensed and Raphael pulled back yet again and changed his thrusts so they were short and deep, filling Lyle up completely. Lyle's back arched as he came again, his insides squeezing and milking Raphael's cock. Raphael quickened his thrusts and spurted his load into Lyle. He breathed heavily over the younger man.

"You're damn near perfect, you know that?" Raphael grinned as he withdrew from Lyle.

Lyle didn't say anything, now sobering from the lust that had made him give in so easily. Loathe to admit it, Raphael was winning over his body. Raphael lay down beside Lyle and wrapped his arms around him. "I was just bluffing about the picture. I'd never show that to anyone."

Lyle frowned. "Now you tell me."

Raphael chuckled. "I just had to find some way to get you into this."

Hands trailing over Lyle's body, Raphael kissed him. Lyle's body twitched as Raphael's large hands slipped under the straps of the harness to grip his ribs then slide down to his hips.

"How does that plug feel?" Raphael asked, one hand wandering down between Lyle's legs to rub the outside of the plug and put gentle pressure on it. "Want to go up a size?"

Lyle wavered. The sensation was new and exciting but he didn't want to admit that he wanted it. He turned away from Raphael and wiped off some of the cum on his face with the back of his hand. Raphael kissed down Lyle's neck to his chest where he licked one of his small nipples.

"I asked you a question." Raphael growled. He pulled on the plug, putting gentle pressure on the base.

"Ah, wait. Raph." Lyle gripped onto Raphael's shoulders as he felt the plug slowly leave his body. Then, as it was halfway out, Raphael pushed it back in. Lyle groaned. "Just take it out!"

"Oh? Well, if I take it out, then I have to replace it with something." Raphael smiled as Lyle's eyes shot to his face. It was too late, Raphael was sliding the plug out of him. Spreading Lyle open with his thumbs, Raphael looked down at Lyle's twitching hole. "You're cute, even here."

He leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out the rest of the set of plugs. Pulling out the second of the three, Lyle's eyes grew large.

"Raphael, I don't think it will fit." Lyle bit his lip and backed up toward the headboard as Raphael lubricated the second plug. Lyle rose to his knees and tried to dart off the bed. Raphael caught him by his ankle and pulled him back, pinning him face down.

"It will fit." Raphael reassured him as he dripped lube down Lyle's crack and asshole. He massaged it in with his fingers, rubbing gently over the soft ring of muscle to loosen it before thrusting his finger in slowly. He pushed it in and out, the small plug had already left him loose enough for Raphael to finger him. Lyle groaned and Raph felt him tighten around his finger. Raphael then slipped his finger from Lyle's asshole and replaced it with the plug. The tip slid in easily and then Lyle gasped as he passed the middle of the plug. With steady pressure, Raphael filled Lyle's ass with the plug. When he was finally past the widest part, Lyle felt his hole ache around the plug. "See? I told you it would fit."

Lyle grunted, his thighs twitching. Raphael gripped Lyle's ass cheeks and spread them to admire Lyle's tight wet holes. Raphael then playfully spanked Lyle's ass.

"I'd fuck you again if you hadn't milked me so well." Raphael said as he again spanked Lyle's pink ass. "Come on, we should get to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be hectic, I hear."