Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Dallas started his day. He whistled while he fed the horses, his calloused hands gentle as he scratched their manes. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and hay. It was a smell he'd grown used to, a smell that always put a smile on his face. Today, however, there was an undercurrent to that smile, a tension he couldn't quite put his finger on.
As he walked back towards the house, he noticed a strange feeling in his gut, a tightening that was almost... yearning. His mind reminded him about seeing Kendall recently. How much he'd grown up. How lost he looked coming here.
Dallas had been surprised, but he was happy to see Kendall. They'd drifted apart after high school, Kendall going off to college, Dallas staying behind to work the ranch. They'd catch up every now and then, but it wasn't the same. Kendall was different now, closed off, bitter. Dallas had seen it in his eyes, that spark of anger, that jealously. He couldn't quite figure out why.
As he walked into the house, the strange feeling in his gut grew stronger. He poured himself a cup of coffee, the steam rising up to greet him.
But the warmth of the coffee contrasted sharply with the chill that ran down his spine. He took a sip, the bitter liquid scalding his tongue, but he welcomed the pain. It helped to distract him from the strange sensation that was gnawing at him.
He missed Kendall. He'd always liked Kendall, even when Kendall was being a little shit. There was something about him, something Dallas couldn't quite put his finger on. But the feeling in his gut told him that something was wrong, that Kendall needed him. And Dallas, despite all the years that had passed, still felt that pull towards his old friend.
He finished his coffee, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue as he set the mug down with a clatter. The feeling in his gut was growing stronger, more insistent. He needed to see Kendall, to talk to him, to understand what was going on.
But also, a deep seeded desire to go back and stop Kendall from leaving the barn. To MAKE him talk to him. Make him stop running away from him.
Claim him.
Fuck him.
The thought echoed in Dallas's mind, a primal urge that was as unexpected as it was intense. He'd not thought these feelings in so long. Even then he never felt this intensity, but now, all he could think about was pinning him down, making him beg, making him scream his name. He wanted to claim him, to mark him, to make him his.
Dallas's cock hardened at the thought, pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He adjusted himself, his hand lingering on the bulge. He needed to see Kendall, needed to fuck him, needed to make him feel good.
The urge was overwhelming, a primal instinct that Dallas couldn't ignore. He grabbed his keys, his heart pounding in his chest like a fucking drum. He was going to see Kendall, and he was going to make him feel things he'd never felt before.
The drive to Kendall's apartment was a blur. Dallas's mind was consumed with images of Kendall, his body, his face, his fucking ass. He could almost see it in his mind's eye, round and firm, just begging to be spanked, to be fucked. He shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing painfully.
He needed to fuck, needed to fuck Kendall. He parked his truck outside Kendall's apartment building, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding like a fucking drum in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the sight of Kendall's apartment window only served to fuel his desire.
He stormed up the stairs, his boots echoing in the narrow stairwell. He reached Kendall's door, his fist pounding against the wood before he could think better of it. He could hear movement on the other side of the door, soft footsteps that made his heart pound even harder. The door creaked open, revealing Kendall standing there, his eyes wide with surprise. He looked half dressed for work in an office.
"Dallas?" Kendall asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Dallas didn't answer. Instead, he pushed his way into the apartment, his eyes locked onto Kendall's.
He kicked the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the small space. Kendall stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock, but Dallas didn't give him a chance to protest. He grabbed Kendall by the lapels of his shirt, pulling him close, their chests pressed together. He could feel Kendall's heart pounding against his own, could see the fear and excitement warring in his eyes.
"Dallas, what are you doing?" Kendall asked, his voice barely a whisper. Instead, he crushed his lips against Kendall's, his tongue forcing its way into Kendall's mouth.
He tasted coffee and mint, a combination that made Dallas's cock throb even harder. He pushed Kendall back against the wall, his hands roaming over Kendall's body, squeezing his ass, his chest, his thighs. He could feel Kendall's cock pressing against his own, hard and eager.
"Dallas, wait," Kendall gasped, pushing against Dallas's chest. But Dallas wasn't having any of that. He grabbed Kendall's wrists, pinning them above his head, his fingers digging into Kendall's skin. He felt a surge of power, of dominance, as Kendall struggled beneath him.
He could see the fear in Kendall's eyes, but there was something else too. Excitement. Desire. Dallas smirked, his grip tightening on Kendall's wrists.
"Shut up, Kendall," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You know you want this."
Kendall bit his lip, his eyes flashing with remembering something. Kendall's eyes flickered towards the bedroom. All the abuse he'd put the doll through seemed to be coming back to haunt him.
Dallas followed Kendall's eyes to the bedroom and grinned. He pulled Kendall towards the room. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and messy. Dallas didn't care. He pushed Kendall onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly on the mattress. Kendall looked up at him, his eyes wide, his lips parted as he panted softly. Dallas could see the fear, the excitement, the desire. He unbuckled his belt, the sound loud in the silent room. Kendall's eyes flicked downwards, watching as Dallas slowly unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing.
"Fuck, Dallas," Kendall muttered, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Dallas's cock. Dallas crawled on the bed over Kendall and stripped him of his clothes. Kendall was frozen.
Kendall knew he should be protesting. He should be kicking and punching him off him. He knew he shouldn't be letting this happen. But...
His mind flashed to the voodoo doll. Silent and taking the abuse.
Oh no.
Kendall's face became red as he was naked before Dallas. Dallas pushed his face into the mattress and dragged his ass into the air. Kendall, still frozen, watched as Dallas spat into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. He heard Dallas chuckle, a low, menacing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "You like that, huh? You like watching me get myself ready for your tight little ass?"
Kendall's face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't look away. He couldn't believe this was happening, that Dallas was here, that he was about to... fuck him. The thought sent a jolt of fear and excitement through him, making his cock twitch.
Dallas laughed, a low, dirty sound that made Kendall's stomach clench. "Feels good, doesn't it? Knowing that I'm going to fuck you, hard and deep, just like you've been dreaming of?"
Kendall's breath hitched, his body tensing as Dallas's lubed-up fingers prodded at his asshole. He tried to squirm away, but Dallas's strong hand on his lower back kept him in place. "Stay still, Kendall," Dallas growled, his voice thick with lust.
"You know you want this. You've been thinking about it, haven't you? About my cock stretching your tight little hole, about me making you scream my name."
Kendall bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan as Dallas's fingers breached him, sliding in up to the knuckle. It burned, stretching him in a way he'd never experienced before, but there was pleasure there too, a dark, twisted pleasure that made his cock throb.
"Fuck, Dallas," he gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him.
Dallas chuckled, his fingers pumping in and out of Kendall's ass, stretching him, preparing him. "That's it, baby. Take my fingers like a good little slut."
Kendall's face burned at the words, but the pleasure coursing through his body was too intense to care. He pushed back against Dallas's fingers, wanting more, needing more. Dallas obliged, adding a third finger, scissoring them inside Kendall's tight hole.
"God, you're so fucking tight," Dallas groaned, his cock leaking precome onto the sheets beneath him. "Mm, but your ass seems to be sucking on my fingers. You greedy whore."
Dallas's voice was low and rough, sending shivers down Kendall's spine. He could feel Dallas's cock pressing against his ass, hot and hard, and he knew that Dallas was going to fuck him soon. He could hardly believe it. Dallas, his old friend, the one person he'd always admired and envied, was about to take his virginity.
Dallas removed his fingers from Kendall's ass, and Kendall couldn't help but whimper at the loss. Dallas chuckled, a dark and dirty sound that made Kendall's cock throb. "Don't worry, baby.
I'm not gonna leave you hanging," Dallas said, his voice a low drawl as he spat into his hand and coated his cock with saliva. Kendall watched, his eyes wide, as Dallas lined himself up with Kendall's asshole. He could feel the fat head of Dallas's cock pressing against him, stretching him, and he tensed, a moment of panic washing over him.
"Relax, Kendall," Dallas murmured, his hand rubbing circles on Kendall's lower back. "Just breathe and push out.
I promise it'll feel good," Dallas coaxed, his voice a low rumble that did little to calm Kendall's nerves. Kendall took a deep breath, trying to relax his body as Dallas slowly pushed forward, his thick cock stretching Kendall's asshole wider than his fingers ever had.
"Fuck, Dallas, you're too big," Kendall gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he felt himself being split open by Dallas's monstrous cock.
Dallas chuckled, his hips moving in slow, steady thrusts, burying more of his length inside Kendall's tight hole.
"You can take it, Kendall. You're doing so good, baby. Fuck, you're so tight, gripping my cock like a fucking vice."
Kendall moaned, his body tense as he adjusted to the feeling of Dallas's cock stretching him open. He could feel every ridge, every vein on Dallas's thick shaft as it slid in and out of his ass, setting his nerves on fire. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, a dark, twisted pleasure that made his cock leak onto the sheets beneath him.
Dallas's hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging into Kendall's flesh as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Kendall's ass in slow, steady thrusts.
"Fuck, Dallas," Kendall groaned, his body tensing as Dallas's cock hit that sweet spot inside him, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. "Fuck, that feels so good."
Dallas chuckled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Kendall's prostate with every thrust.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like getting fucked by my big cock?"
Kendall could only moan in response, his body writhing beneath Dallas's, his fingers clawing at the sheets. His cock was leaking steadily now, his orgasm building with each thrust of Dallas's cock. He could feel it, that familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls.
"Fuck, Dallas, I'm gonna come," he gasped, his body tensing as his orgasm approached.
Dallas growled, his hips slamming into Kendall's ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over again. "Not yet, you're not," he snarled, his hand wrapping around Kendall's cock, squeezing it tightly. "You're not coming until I say so."
Kendall cried out, his body bucking as Dallas's hand worked his cock, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head, spreading the precome around. Dallas's cock was a relentless force inside him, stretching him, filling him, fucking him harder than he'd ever imagined possible.
"Say you love it, Kendall." Dallas demanded. His hand tightened around Kendall's cock, his grip punishing as he stroked him in time with his thrusts. Kendall's moans grew louder, his body writhing, his muscles clenching as he fought against the impending orgasm.
"Fuck, Dallas, please," Kendall begged, his voice barely recognizable. Dallas chuckled, a dark, dirty sound that sent shivers down Kendall's spine.
"Say you love it, you little whore," Dallas insisted with an uncharacteristic dominating streak leading this fuck. His voice was rough, like gravel, and it sent a shiver down Kendall's spine. "Say it, Kendall."
Kendall could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the embarrassment of Dallas's words clashing with the intense pleasure coursing through his body. "I... I love it," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dallas growled, his hips slamming into Kendall's ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside him with every thrust. "Louder, Kendall. Make me believe it," Dallas growled, his hips slamming into Kendall's ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside him with every thrust. Kendall gasped, his body tensing as pleasure coursed through him. I love it, Dallas!" Kendall shouted, his voice echoing in the small room. Dallas smirked, his grip on Kendall's cock tightening as he felt Kendall's orgasm approaching.
"Not yet, baby. Not until I say so," Dallas reminded him, his voice a low rumble. Kendall whimpered, his body trembling as he fought against the impending release.
Dallas's cock was a relentless force inside him, his fingers a tight vice around Kendall's cock, his words a dirty symphony in Kendall's ear. "Please, Dallas," Kendall begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Please. I love it. I love it! Fuck I have never wanted something so badly!"
Dallas chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down Kendall's spine. You can take more. I know you can." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Kendall's ear. "You want to come on my cock, don't you?
You want to feel my hot load inside you?" Kendall could only moan in response, his body writhing, his muscles clenching as he fought against the impending orgasm. He could feel it, the heat building in his balls, the tension in his stomach.
Dallas's hand tightened around Kendall's cock, his grip punishing as he stroked him in time with his thrusts. "Say it, Kendall.
Say you want my cum inside you," Dallas growled, his hips slamming into Kendall's ass, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside him with every thrust.
"I want it," Kendall stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Dallas's grip on Kendall's cock tightened, his strokes becoming punishing, his hand a blur as he jerked Kendall off in time with his thrusts.
"Louder." Dallas demanded. "You want it, don't you, you little slut? You want to feel my hot load inside you, filling you up, making you mine?"
"I want you to cum in me, Dallas!" Kendall desperately cried. Tears were in his eyes. He was overwhelmed with this. "I love it! give it to me! Please, Dallas. I want to be yours! I want you so bad! I have for years!" It poured out of him like a broken dam. Dallas's cock throbbed as he emptied himself inside Kendall, his hot cum filling Kendall's ass, marking him, claiming him. He could feel Kendall's body trembling beneath him, could hear his ragged breaths as he came undone, his cock pulsing in Dallas's hand as he coated the sheets with his own release.
"Fuck, Kendall," Dallas groaned, his hips jerking as the last of his cum filled Kendall's ass. "You feel so fucking good. I've never... I've never felt anything like this, baby. You're fucking perfect," Dallas panted, his body collapsing onto Kendall's, pinning him to the mattress. Kendall could feel Dallas's heart pounding against his back, could feel the sticky mess between his legs as Dallas's cum leaked out of his ass. He lay there, panting, his body trembling as he came down from the most intense orgasm of his life.
Dallas rolled off him, his arm wrapping around Kendall's waist, pulling him close. Kendall could feel Dallas's cock, soft now, still nestled between his ass cheeks.