Robert Moore - Hard guys and hostages

Bradford looked up at Max with something not quite human in his expression. Max felt an urge to check the man's bonds again, although he had checked them just minutes before. He was seeking reassurance, evidence that Bradford wouldn't be able to get loose and get his hands on Max. Max had never seen anything quite like that expression before, and he decided that he would not like to fuck with this man. When the time came to leave the farm, he would make very, very sure that Bradford was dead. Because this looked like the kind of man who would hunt him down if it took a lifetime. This man, he thought, would very definitely have to be dead in order to be stopped. Keep him tied, Max thought. And then give him a bullet right through the brain, front to back. Open his skull wide and let the wind whistle thought it.

"Well, we just stopped in to say hello," Max said. "Now we're going to go on into the bedroom. You just sit here and think about us in there having a good time, boy. I don't know whether I ever did thank you for being so thoughtful about marrying a beautiful wife with a beautiful sister and all that. This hiding out could be a real drag if it weren't for your thoughtfulness."

Bradford looked it Max with the same expression, and Max had to tighten his muscles to keep from shivering. He felt a flash of anger at Bradford for being able to scare him like that. But Max choked down the anger and managed to keep his grin. He gave another little wave and ushered Julie out into the hall again.

When they were in the bedroom Julie turned to him with a look of mild disapproval. Max supposed that was the most guts she could work tip.

"Why did you have to taunt him that way?" she asked. "He already knows what you and I are doing, and what Pete and I have been doing. Anyway, you're having the fun of taking me to bed. Why do you have to torment my husband, too?"

Max walked over to her, moving casualty, with no evidence of his intentions until he was within reach of her. Then he lashed out with his right hand, and his palm made a high, cracking sound against her cheek. She stumbled backward with a little whimper, and when he started toward her again, she stepped back, raising her hands to guard her face against another blow.

"You don't question my actions, Julie," Max said. "You just keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. You understand?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I didn't think."

"Well, from now on you'd better think before you open that pretty little mouth of yours. The only reasons you have to open it as far as I'm concerned, is kissing and sucking cocks. You got that?"

"Yes, yes, of course. I'm sorry, Max. Please." She backed away from him another step.

"You stay where you are, bitch. One more step and I'll kick your ass up between your shoulder blades." She made herself stop and stand in one spot while he came forward. Max stood close in front of her, and she cowered away on the verge of flight, just managing to obey him by the sheer force of will. "I rubbed it into your hubby out there because I thought it was fun. I liked doing it. And I do what I want here. As long as I have the guns, I do what I want. And you do what I tell you. You got that?"

"Yes, yes, of course. I said I understood. I said I was sorry. Please, Max, I just didn't think. Please overlook it."

Max took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched it until she cried out with pain. Her hands rose as though to try to push him away, but she held back, and he laughed in her face. She knew better than to offer him any resistance. He had taught her that much.

"Kneel down," he ordered. "I'm going to let you suck my cock right now. What about that?"

"Sure honey," she said tightly. "Only, I can't kneel down while you're — while you're holding onto my nipple that way."

Max released the nipple and gestured her down. She dropped to her knees instantly. "Now unzip my fly," Max said. She hesitated for an instant, then her hands were at the front of his pants. She pulled the zipper down and looked at the flash of white there, as though she didn't know what a pair of shorts was, or what to do about it. "Just reach right in and help yourself to a mouthful of prick," Max said. He felt slim fingers delve into his shorts and take his cock. A delicious shiver passed over his entire body. Then he felt the cool air on his prick, and he saw her pulling it out. The sight and the feeling combined to excite him, and the organ began to stiffen right away. He was a little sorry about that, a little sorry that it was going to be that easy for her.

It took her another moment to work up the will to touch the head of the cock with her lips. It was a fleeting touch, as though she couldn't bring herself to stay in contact with the prick for more than a split second. She leaned forward again and touched the prick with her lips. She stayed that way for a second or so, holding her closed mouth to the prick as though she couldn't decide to open up and take it inside. Max stood patiently, waiting to see if she would require a little more ramrodding before she would actually begin to French him. She didn't. He had put the fear of God into her, all right. She managed, finally, to open her lips just a little and take the cock inside. Max felt the moistness of her lips, the ridges of her teeth, and the warmth of the inside of her mouth. She took it in just a little at first, and then she moved her tongue across the tip of the cock, another quick, fleeting contact. Then the tongue crept back again, darting out to touch the head of the cock, here and there, and she opened her mouth a little more to take in the cock.

Max stood stiffly, his body rigid with the sensations she was bringing him. His prick was stiff now, as stiff as it had ever been. It was almost throbbing with strength and readiness. He could feel her breathing as she heaved air in and out through her mouth.

He reached down and took her head between his hands, holding it lightly, just steadying it. He sensed that she wished him to pull her forward, to ram his prick into her mouth. But that would make it too easy on her, that was exactly what she wanted. She was going to do it all herself, with no help from him. She was going to take that cock into her month and lick it and suck it, and he wasn't going to force her at all. She would do it simply because she was afraid not to. And she would learn something about herself in doing it. There wouldn't be any wondering later, on her part, whether she would have been able to go through with it if he hadn't done this or that. She would have nothing to remember but her own actions, and the way she had gone down on him without any help at all. He massaged her temples with his thumbs and then removed his hands from the sides of her head. Let her do it all, he thought again.

Julie took a little more of his cock into her month, and he could feel the head of it resting on her tongue. At that moment he heard a sound from the next room, moaning of pleasure that was obviously Connie's voice. She sounded like she was reaching her climax and trying not to give any sign of it. The sound of the moan excited Max all the more, and he had to control himself to keep from spurting his come into Julie's mouth prematurely.

Julie seemed to sense his excitement, and it was obvious that she didn't want to disappoint him because she took the rest of his cock's head into her month all at once. She slid her lips up the shaft until he could feel the head of his prick nudge the roof of her mouth. A little gag passed over her but she managed to hold it down. She moved her tongue over his prick, and he could feel her start to gag again. Her hands were pressing against the fronts of his thighs to steady her body, and now she moved them closer together until he could feel her fingers around his cock, just around the root of it, on his abdomen. A garbled sound escaped her throat, almost as though she were trying to talk with his prick in her mouth, and then she pulled back a little to give her tongue free play. She ran it over the cock, back and forth, up and down the length of it until he felt the come welling up in him, welling up and getting ready to spurt out into her mouth.