Chapter 3: The Pavilion by the Lotus Pond

    The moonlight reflected into the pavilion, casting a glow on their semi-nude bodies. Theerapat wore a robe, but his long pajama pants were pulled down to his muscular calves, while Thongdee was stripped completely bare. Theerapat wasted no time with foreplay, using only natural lubricant to prepare the tight entrance.

    Thongdee bowed his head, using his right hand to stroke his own swelling manhood, breathing rhythmically to ease the tension. Tears welled up in the cowboy's eyes, never imagining he would find himself in such a humiliating situation. But as he was embraced from behind, with soft lips pressing a kiss to his dark ear, his lonely heart felt invigorated, pumping with renewed strength.

    Theerapat inhaled the faint scent at Thongdee's neck without growing tired of it, his hands kneading the other's chest. Then he positioned the fist-sized tip at the moist entrance.

    The man beneath him flinched, biting his lip tightly, his knees trembling on the cushion.

    Thud.

    His powerful hips pressed into the tight love passage, but it was not as easy as he had hoped.

    Smack!

    A pale hand slapped the cowboy's rear before squeezing his beautifully tanned thigh.

    "Relax a bit. I can't get in."

    The man on top spoke irritably, making Thongdee take a deep breath before blowing it out through trembling lips. He never imagined Theerapat would take this chance to thrust in again, this time with ruthless force.

    Thrust!

    "Ugh."

    It felt like being impaled by a steel rod... No, with this size, it had to be called a log. Thongdee spread his legs, head thrown back to gulp in air. Theerapat growled with pleasure as the tight, soft walls gripped him, squeezing and sucking as if trying to melt them together. He was anything but gentle, not even bothering to slow down. Once he found the right angle, he started pounding in and out with savage intensity.

    Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

    The cowboy’s muscular body was rocked and bounced by the relentless thrusts, his broad back slick with sweat. Thongdee gritted his teeth, but when the swollen tip ground perfectly against his sweet spot—and with the pent-up need already burning inside him—it was impossible not to let out a shameful moan.

    "Hic, Mr...—Th—ugh, it’s so deep, so deep—hic—ah."

    "Why are you moaning? Don’t you like it deep? This slutty hole just keeps squeezing me, fuck, it feels fucking incredible."

    The handsome young master had studied abroad for over a decade, but he could still talk dirty enough to make people’s skin crawl.

    "I..."

    "You’re calling yourself ‘I’ now? Just like that lowlife bastard!"

    Smack!

    He spoke and slapped Thongdee’s ass hard, making the cowboy’s tears spill out. Even when Theerapat was lost in a haze, fucking him with wild abandon, he still could not forget the old hatred.

    The sound of Thongdee’s ass being pounded by those strong hips echoed through the pavilion, mixing with Theerapat’s guttural moans of pleasure. Theerapat rolled his hips, flooding Thongdee’s insides with hot cum, but he did not stop—he kept thrusting in bursts, refusing to let Thongdee reach his own climax. Only when he had caught his breath did Theerapat grab the legs beneath him and spread them wider.

    “You’re doing it again?”

    “You’re still twitching down here.”

    His pale hand slid over the messy, slick entrance, spreading it open obscenely. It was still clenching, inviting the hot cock to slam back in. Thongdee could not help but lift his hips, rubbing against Theerapat’s fingertips like a dog in heat—a female one, at that. Theerapat stroked himself twice, then shoved his thick length back into that tight hole.

    Thrust. Slam!

    “Ahhh...”

    The warm, needy channel gripped his cock perfectly, sucking at the sensitive tip until Theerapat let out a low groan.

    “That’s it, good boy.”

    The young man whispered into the cowboy’s ear, then grabbed that rugged face—still stunned—and bit down on his lips with hungry need. The storm of lust this time only grew fiercer, doubling in intensity.

    Thongdee was nothing more than a sex doll for his master to use and abuse, his lower belly stuffed full of thick cum. The floor of the pavilion was slick and wet—Thongdee had lost control, unable to hold back his piss in the throes of ecstasy.

    At dawn, the cowboy sat up, gazing at the handsome face of the man sleeping quietly beside him. He slowly shifted down into a squat, using his fingers to scoop out the mess inside him, sobbing softly in his throat.

    Thongdee remembered every detail of last night.

    Every time he was pounded mercilessly right on his sweet spot, the cowboy spread his legs wide for the young man to take him completely. Sometimes he even rolled his hips in return, desperate to satisfy his own burning need. That only made him feel more ashamed—disgusted with himself.

    Once he had gotten dressed, Thongdee forced himself to ignore the lingering ache and soreness between his legs, hoisted his master up from the mat, and carried him back into the mansion. Luckily, all the maids and workers had slept in after last night’s party, so no one saw them.

    The cowboy laid his master down on the soft bed, sneaking in a rough hand to brush the hair from that beautiful face. When he caught sight of the tiny beauty mark under Theerapat’s right eye, he could not help but let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. Then, limping slightly, he slipped out of the room.

    He had already decided that what happened last night should be nothing more than a fleeting dream.

    Theerapat woke up at noon, his head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. He was so nauseous he barely made it to the bathroom before he started throwing up. Once the hangover began to fade, the pain and soreness in his body became all the more vivid. He could smell sweat and the lingering scent of sex clinging to his skin—there was no mistaking it. And it had not just been any sex, but wild, reckless fucking, because...

    “Shit, fuck... my poor cock.”

    Theerapat pulled out his own dick and saw it hanging limp and spent, flushed an angry red all the way down the shaft—especially the head, which looked like... was it scraped raw!

    The tall figure put his weapon away before stepping into the shower. As he stood under the stream, running his fingers through his hair, his handsome face gradually turned pale as fragmented memories of the previous night began to surface. It started with him being drunk and unconscious by the pavilion near the lotus pond. When someone approached, he had attacked them. Though the images in his mind were blurry, the firm touch lingering on his palm, the faint scent of bark, and the deep voice echoing in his ears made Theerapat clench his fist tightly. He quickly dressed and went to ask the maid, who was dusting a dragon-patterned vase outside his room.

    “How did I get back here?”

    “Uh...”

    The maid could not answer because she was still hungover from the party the night before.

    “Useless.”

    Theerapat scolded her before rushing to the monitoring room to check the CCTV footage himself. That was when he saw Thongdee carrying him on his back into the room. But what made Theerapat’s face flush was the sight of the cowboy walking out with shaky legs, massaging his waist and hips as he carefully descended the stairs.

    “Hmph, that lowlife.”

    Theerapat cursed, a small smirk playing on his lips, before heading downstairs and immediately driving off in the golf cart parked outside.

    Thongdee returned to the cabin at six. Today was the day he had to clean the horseshoes of every horse in the stable, but his assistant, Sin, could not help because he was passed out in the workers' dormitory. Not wanting to waste time, Thongdee pushed himself to work alone without taking a break, even managing to clean the stables until they were spotless.

    The cowboy was both hungry and tired, but these feelings were nothing compared to the aching and soreness on his chest and in his abdomen. Once he finished his work, Thongdee returned to the cabin at eleven. He lit the charcoal stove and wrapped three sweet potatoes in foil to roast. While waiting for his breakfast to cook, he stripped off his clothes and walked into the stream beside the cabin to bathe.

    His rough hands glided over his muscular body, stopping at the entrance that had been so thoroughly used it was swollen and bruised.

    "Ugh."

    Just a touch made it throb with pain and sent shivers deep inside him. Thongdee tried to suppress his moans and continued to clean himself, unaware that he was not alone here.

    Theerapat parked the golf cart and walked along the narrow path paved with rough stones that led to the cowboy's cabin. He spotted Thongdee's old bicycle leaning against the wooden fence, indicating that the man was home. Theerapat moved cautiously, searching for the cowboy as if he were a thief, though he was not sure why he was doing it—it was just exciting.

    Splash, splash.

    The sound from the stream caught Theerapat's attention. He followed the noise but found nothing, until he noticed a bush that looked different from the others. Curious, he parted the leaves with his hand.

    "There's a passage through here."

    The large tree and tangled vines formed an archway. Theerapat crouched down and walked through, discovering another part of the stream, more beautiful than the outside. There were grassy hills full of flowers and a small waterfall, like a paradise on earth. Theerapat did not waste time admiring the scenery; his eyes quickly landed on a naked figure lifting his legs to wash the dirt off his feet. He immediately ducked behind the bush.

    That guy... bathing out in the open? Shameless. Disgusting!

    Theerapat cursed the man but could not take his eyes off the tanned skin. The bite marks and bruises scattered across it made his chest itch with an inexplicable sensation.

    Thongdee stood in the stream, the water only reaching his knees. The sunlight revealed everything clearly to the young man—his muscular chest, the red swollen nipples, the beautifully defined abs, and the thick, dark hair above his massive manhood.

    It was truly the size of a mule.

    Big body and equally big in the middle. Theerapat swallowed hard. It was not envy, as he was quite proud of his own size and shape. The cowboy's part was darker, the tip like a mushroom head hidden beneath soft skin. When Thongdee peeled it back to clean, Theerapat's crotch grew uncomfortably warm.

    It was... as red as a cherry.

    Thongdee finished rinsing himself and bent down to pick up the soap, rubbing it between his hands. He was bent over, his round backside swaying, giving Theerapat a full view of the two fleshy sides and the swollen red love hole clenching the air. The throbbing length beneath his pants ached and burned as if set on fire.

    Theerapat blamed no one but this old cowboy alone!

    Crack.

    Thongdee flinched at the sound of a twig snapping. When he turned around, he found his boss standing there with a stern expression.

    "M... Mr. Thee."

    The forty-year-old cowboy quickly covered his crotch with his hand, but it was futile. His arm pressed against his chest, rubbing against his red nipples, creating a pose that seemed to tease.

    What? Did he think old Thongdee was trying to seduce him?

    He had to still be drunk.

    Thongdee glanced left and right, searching for his Pha Khao Ma to cover himself, but it was under Theerapat's feet, unnoticed by him.

    "Is there no bathroom around here? Why are you standing naked like a wild man in the forest?"

    "Well... I."

    Thongdee could not defend himself because he genuinely enjoyed bathing in the stream. This area was like his secret spot. He never thought Theerapat would find his way here.

    "And why are you squirming like that? Stand properly when talking to your boss."

    The cowboy's cheeks flushed deeply, his sharp face lowered.

    "Didn't you hear me? Keep your hands by your sides."

    "But..."

    "But what?"

    Theerapat asked mockingly, thoroughly enjoying teasing the older man.

    "Mr. Thee, I can't move my hand."

    "Why? Is it hard?"

    Theerapat spoke casually, but when he saw the other man's face turn crimson down to his shoulders and avoid eye contact, the young man could not help but smirk, running his tongue over his canine tooth as he stepped closer, not caring if his clothes got wet, before pulling the cowboy's strong wrist away.

    "It really is hard."

    Theerapat flashed a wicked smile, eyeing the dark shaft while bobbing his head up and down.

    "You lowly cowboy."

    "Hic, Mr. Thee, I apologize."

    "Is your head filled with nothing but lewd thoughts?"

    Thongdee pressed his lips tightly together as his hands were pinned to his sides. His naked body still reacted shamefully under the gaze of his handsome boss.

    "And what happened earlier... Hmph! You've got some nerve."

    Hearing this, Thongdee was startled and quickly dropped to his knees, raising his hands in a wai.

    "Why so jumpy? Afraid I'll remember you took advantage of me last night?"

    "..."

    "You know I was drunk, Uncle Thong."

    Thongdee's brown eyes trembled like a fledgling's. Seeing this, Theerapat felt an itch to grab him. His pale hand caressed the strong jawline before stopping at the lips of the forty-year-old man.

    "If you don't want me to be angry, use your mouth for something useful."

    Thongdee looked at his boss's handsome face and mocking smile, then at the bulging front of his pants.

    The cowboy's throat went dry...

    "Yes, Mr. Thee."

    He said, pulling down his boss's fine fabric pants, and the hot flesh sprang out, smacking against his scarred cheek. The scent of the young man's pheromones mixed with a tantalizing aroma, leaving Thongdee's mind blank for a moment.

    "Please don't be mad at me, Mr. Thee. I'll use my mouth right away."

    Slurp!

    With that, the ivory shaft disappeared into the warm, moist mouth. Though clumsy at first, as Thongdee began to swirl his tongue and flick the tip rapidly, a low moan escaped.

    "Grrr."

    Theerapat clenched his teeth and grabbed the head of the man below.

    This fool! He meant to use his mouth to beg or apologize.

    The young man thought to himself.

    Gag! Gag! Cough, cough.

    Thongdee choked until tears streamed down his face, yet he continued to suck the massive rod as if it were candy.

    "Huh! My shaft must taste good, doesn't it, Thongdee?"

    "Pant, ahh, ack."

    The kneeling man, eyes watering, moaned incoherently before the slender hips thrust the enormous length into his throat mercilessly.

    "Bon appétit, Baby."