Main Characters: Chris/Vin, Josiah, JD, Yosemite
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Explicit sexual description, bondage
“Kiss me!”“What? Now? Tanner, I don’t think….”
“Shut up Lar’bee and jist get those lips of yers right here!”
“Let’s first move….”
“Right, then I’ll kiss you!”
Chris Larabee, frightening gunslinger, one of the fastest guns of the West, suddenly found himself slammed against the side of the livery by a scrawny, longhaired, buckskin clad Texas tracker and sharpshooter, his mouth taken in a hot, wild kiss. Despite himself his body immediately reacted and he couldn’t resist answering that kiss, opening his mouth to a probing tongue.
As always Tanner tasted great and made him hunger for more. Only not here. The alley beside the livery might be dark and concealed this late in the evening; it was still out in the open. They could be spotted and Larabee, for one, didn’t really care about a whole town turning on him and Vin for their ‘unnatural ways’ and trying to hang them for it. So he tried to push Tanner away, despite the heat that that wild kiss ignited in his body. All he accomplished was that he made Tanner grin and grasp his crotch, rubbing the growing bulb he found there.
“Shit!” Chris hissed around the tracker’s teeth worrying at his lower lip. He grabbed for that teasing hand just as Tanner forced his legs apart with his knee. To no avail. Tanner shook him off and started rubbing and pinching just right, making Chris go weak all over. The tracker’s other hand held the back of his head and he couldn’t escape those searing lips and that probing tongue.
“God,” Chris moaned, his legs starting to have trouble keeping him up. With his last strength he pushed Vin away savagely, at the same time trying to keep his balance.
“Vin, don’t,” he managed in a hoarse whisper. “Not… not here! Not like this!”
“Alright,” Vin conceded.
“Good.” Chris planted his feet together, trying to ignore the now uncomfortable bulge of his hard-on and straightened himself, getting away from the livery wall. Later on he would blame it on the weakness he still felt in his knees and on the dark that hid the mischievous glint in his best friend’s and lover’s eyes. Fact was that Tanner completely took him by surprise, grabbing him from the side and throwing him between the bales of hay that lay stacked haphazardly beside the livery. Chris hit the bales on his back, trying to stop the plunge and keeping Tanner off, but failing miserably.
They sank into the pile, close to the livery wall, the first stack of bales a bit higher and concealing them from immediate detection. Chris’ hands were grabbed and held above his head. While another wild kiss took all of his attention, he suddenly felt a leather cord being wrapped around his wrists. Before he knew what was happening they were bound to the water through standing between the pile of hay and the livery side door.
“Vin! Shit, what….”
“I need ya now Lar’bee. Right here, right now! Ain’t gonna take no fer an answer.”
Deft hands removed Chris’ gunbelt and opened his pants with such force that some of the buttons flew off. His shirt was hastily opened and pushed aside. Buttons flew away in this process as well.
“Oh hell, Vin, you didn’t….” Chris’ angry whisper was suddenly choked off. Tanner had taken a grip on his flagging cock and nimble fingers started stroking and caressing the whole length of his shaft. The sensations made it impossible for Chris to speak at that moment. Then a hot mouth engulfed the tip of his shaft and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward.
“Goddddd,” he moaned, feeling his cock being sucked in all the way into Vin’s mouth and throat, while the tracker’s tongue kept licking and teasing. Again he bucked. A soft whimper escaped him while he tried to fight what that mouth was doing to him, tried to shake off those overwhelming feelings that shot from his groin right up into the rest of his body.
His legs were forced wide and Chris knew he was lost. Another soft moan escaped him when Vin pulled back until he only held Chris’ engorged tip in his mouth, his teeth scraping softly and his tongue working itself as far as it could into the small slit. Then the sharpshooter took Chris’ whole, now rock hard shaft into his mouth again, humming softly while he did it. His hand started to rub Chris’ balls.
It made Chris thrash, his legs quivered while he fought to keep from crying out. He couldn’t cry out here, so close to the main street, he really couldn’t!
“Chris?” a voice boomed from that main street. “Vin? You both in here?” Footsteps entered the small alley.
Josiah!
Both men laying in the hay froze up, Chris’ cock still held tight in Vin’s mouth.
The footsteps receded, but not far.
“JD, are you sure you saw them enter in here?”
“Yes J’siah, I’m sure!”
Two pair of footsteps now came closer and Chris desperately tried to free his hands. Suddenly some bales of hay fell over him and Vin.
“Ssssh…,” Vin hissed, having just toppled the bales to conceal them a bit more. “Sssh, don’t move!”
Knowing it was their only chance not to be discovered Chris held himself thoroughly quiet. So did Vin, his head on Chris’ belly close to Chris’ flagging erection, his hand still resting against Chris’ naked balls and ass.
Chris wished he’d pulled his legs back together, it would have made him feel less vulnerable then he was now, spread wide like a virgin on her first night. Footsteps approaching made him decide against moving, Tanner’s hand squeezing his balls shortly and lightly in warning.
“Don’t see them,” JD said, sounding puzzled. “I was pretty sure I saw them go in here, J’siah.” The footsteps stopped right beside Chris and Vin and the hay.
“Well, they ain’t here son, I better look on.”
“J’siah, you in a hurry to find them?”
“It can wait I guess. Why? Is there something on your mind?”
“Yeah, well, eh, I’d like to, to ask something. ‘Bout me ‘n Casey.”
Chris swallowed a groan, not daring to move with both men so close by. Just what he needed, JD asking about Casey. And asking Josiah of all people. That could take ages!
Walk away, walk away, walk away, the thought desperately. He was going to kill Tanner as soon as those two were were gone and his hands were free again. He was soooo going to kill that tracker!
A hot mouth again engulfed his cock and Chris tensed. Oh hell, Tanner wasn’t really….
Just then he heard Josiah say, “Here’s some crates JD. Let’s sit here. It’s as private here as in the church and this is such a beautiful night. Have you seen the stars? Do you know their names?”
“No, I don’t. I never thought ‘bout that. Why would anyone wanna name the stars, J’siah?”
Chris cursed inwardly but couldn’t hear much of Josiah’s lengthy answer. Vin was working his shaft again, licking and biting softly. The intense arousal he’d experienced before Josiah and JD interrupted hadn’t completely gone yet and he couldn’t stop the hot sensations from coursing through his body.
He was really going to kill Tanner!
Suddenly a finger creased the tight, pulsing opening between Chris’ ass cheeks and the blond couldn’t help but gasp softly.
“Hey! You heard that, J’siah?”
“Hear? No, I don’t think I heard anything, kid.”
“Yeah, I heard something! ANYBODY HERE?”
Chris squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his breathing soft and even, trying not to let any sound escape him and even more desperately trying not to move. It was almost impossible with an otherwise motionless Vin sucking his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt and those fingers – yes, there were two now – working the tight opening of his ass, getting deeper and deeper inside him, searching.
No, don’t, Chris thought desperately, tensing up even more, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop Vin without betraying the two of them. To his horror he heard a new set of footsteps approaching and Yosemite’s voice answering JD. Just then those two fingers inside found and caressed that special spot, that place inside that filled him with such strong sensations of pleasure whenever Vin touched it.
Not making a sound, not moving, fighting with everything that still could think a little, while those fingers relentlessly kept caressing that tender spot inside and that mouth kept working his dick was the hardest thing Chris had ever done in his life. The fact that he couldn’t act on the sensations coursing through his body with three voices droning on so close by made him feel as if every nerve in his body was on fire and hot lava was filling his guts, trying to get out. The heat in his groin had build up to an unbearable level and Larabee was ready to explode, hoping he could keep silent when that would happen, when suddenly that teasing mouth and those tormenting fingers withdrew and a relentless tight grip at the base of his cock kept him from coming.
Chris saw stars. His breathing stopped for a moment and he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips upwards once to the bale of hay half above them, hoping to escape that grip so he could let his juices spurt free.
That grip became even tighter. No way could he let go now, no way! Oh, God.
“There! You heard it now?”
“Heard what? JD, there’s nothing there! Did you hear something Yosemite?”
“No, I didn’t.”
Feet were moving, coming close to the stack of hay that concealed Chris and Vin.
“From the hay, JD? Could be mice,” Yosemite’s deep voice boomed and more footsteps approached. At that moment Vin let go of Chris’ shaft with his hand and once more engulfed the purple top with his mouth, his tongue entering the small piss slit, licking away the precum that had escaped liberally when Chris almost came.
Chris squeezed his eyes shut. Some tears leaked out and he couldn’t stop a shudder from coursing through his body when again he tried to stay motionless. This was the worst torment he’d ever experienced. Fingers entered his hole once more, stroking his pulsating gland, while a heavy boot kicked at the bales.
The bales shifted and Chris froze up. He felt Vin go completely motionless, with his shaft still in that hot mouth, those fingers still on his gland inside.
Oh God, if they saw them like this!
Then the bales settled without falling and he and Vin were still hidden. Immediately those two fingers went back to caressing that treacherous spot and that hot mouth swallowed Chris’ abused cock all the way in.
Chris was in pain. He was in the sweetest, most frustrating pain he’d ever been in and this time his body responded with a trembling he couldn’t stop, no matter how motionless he tried to stay.
“Maybe rats,” Yosemite said thoughtfully.
God, Chris wanted to move. He wanted to moan, to scream, but above all he wanted, needed to move! He tensed all of his muscles to keep his body down, he bit his lower lip to keep any sound from escaping and he felt the tension, the explosion, the hot fire in his loins growing once more to a searing climax.
Again Vin grabbed the base of his cock, stopping him from coming. Tears now rolled down the hardened gunslinger’s face. Oh hell, he couldn’t take much more of this, no way!
“You want us to go on a rat hunt?” JD’s eager voice asked.
“Nope, that’s alright. I’m getting those bales inside first thing in the morning.”
“JD, what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Eh….”
Tanner’s mouth and fingers were back and now Chris knew that he wasn’t going to kill Tanner after all, Tanner was slowly killing him. He couldn’t even beg him to stop, please stop this torment, please just end it!
He was still so close that he reached climax in no time and again Vin knew. The bastard just knew and once more kept him from coming. Chris managed not to show his rising frustration or give voice to it, but afterwards he tasted blood on his lower lip.
Just to have that cruel mouth descend on him once more. His body started to shudder in earnest now as a response to his fight not to writhe and thrash under the onslaught on his body.
“J’siah, maybe we should go to the church?”
“Alright JD, whatever you want. See you later, Yosemite.”
“See you Mister Sanchez, JD.”
Footsteps left and brought hope to Chris. Only to have it dashed when someone stepped from the livery and started to haggle with Yosemite about renting a horse for the next day, right there in that stupid alley.
A tight grip at the base of his cock stopped the next climax as well. This time the hot mouth didn’t come back though, only the two fingers, and then three inside him, all three stroking his gland continuously. The fire inside started to build up slower and in a way Chris had never experienced before with no one and nothing touching his cock now.
God, how he needed Vin to touch his cock, all he could think about was that wonderful mouth engulfing him once again and now, now Tanner wouldn’t do it!
“What, that much? That’s really overpriced for the use of that crowbait you got in there!”
“Crowbait? Why, fer that alone I should charge ya extra, mister!”
The dickering started in earnest right beside him and Chris couldn’t even make one small move with those two so close.
He was getting dizzy.
If only Vin would stop, let him come!
Touch his dick!
Again arousal erupted through him when those fingers kept touching that special place inside, bringing all his nerves to an awareness that almost was more pain than pleasure now.
And again.
And again.
And again, fuck Tanner all to hell!
This time Vin didn’t try to stop Chris’ building orgasm, but God, it seemed to take forever and ever and ever with that slow stroking inside and nothing done with his twitching and leaking cock.
Then finally, finally Chris came in a slow build up that was torture in itself after all his body had already endured. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming, when Vin’s mouth at last was back at the same moment that his balls were exploding. Vin drank the spurt of white cum, milking him for every drop, his fingers never stopping what they were doing inside.
All Chris could do was grind his head into the straw beneath him, dig his nails into the palms of his bound hands and ride the torrent out in utter stillness, utter silence.
A torrent so intense because of his fight not to move, that for a moment he blacked out.
When Chris opened his eyes again Vin Tanner was laying on top of him, eyes laughing and his hand fumbling between them at the buttons of his tan pants. Before Chris could say something, the tantalizing mouth of his lover and tormentor was closing his own with a soft kiss. A wet tongue lightly probed inside and Chris could taste himself in that sweet kiss.
The lips left his and made a trail off small kisses towards his ear.
“Don’t make a sound yet, I think they might still be close enough ta hear it,” his lover breathed in that ear before starting to nibble at the lobe.
“Vin,” Chris hissed back just as softly, but Vin had already descended and after the soft warning the gunslinger didn’t dare say anything louder. He didn’t know where Yosemite and his customer were. He did hear voices murmur though, so they couldn’t have gone too far, like Vin said.
His body was still shaking inside and when Vin slithered down along the length of him, that shaking only intensified. Vin worked himself quietly and stealthily between his legs, forcing his pants further down in the process and moving his legs even wider apart. Then he felt Vin’s thick weeping cock at his pulsating entrance.
“No!” he risked hissing, trying to move away.
He’d had enough.
He wanted his hands freed.
In one smooth move Vin slipped inside, pounding deep, almost immediately hitting his gland. Chris’ oversensitized body arched wildly, but before the scream could leave him Vin’s lips held his own and Vin’s tongue plugged his mouth.
So he moaned, a very soft, desperate moan.
Yes, Tanner WAS killing him!
With slow, sure strokes Vin kept his body arching and shaking and him close to the breaking point. Vin knew exactly how to hit that pleasure spot inside with every push, until his cock started to raise up again and to twitch against that rock hard body above him.
Immediately Vin lowered himself to catch Chris’ cock between their two bodies and started to slowly grind against it with every stroke of his own shaft deep inside Chris’ body. His slow strokes increased in volume and now Vin’s body arched when he came shuddering, filling Chris with his hot semen. Then he collapsed on Chris and didn’t move.
While Vin was laying on top of him, totally spent by his own orgasm, Chris tried to muster the energy to do something about his hands. In the end he couldn’t find the strength, not even to ask Vin to release him.
So he waited, eyes closed, breathing ragged, until Vin finally stirred and slowly pushed himself up, looking at him.
It was too dark to see the color of Vin’s eyes, but Chris knew that there was laughter in them. Warily he looked back. Vin put his mouth close to Chris’ ear and whispered, “Gonna scout!”
“Wait!” Chris hissed. He really wanted his hands freed first. But Vin was already up and peering through the hay. He took his time, Chris thought in disgust, finally able to stretch his legs.
He was sore all over.
A moment later Vin was back on top of him. Chris saw his teeth blink in a boyish grin, barely visible by the light of the moon. That grin didn’t promise anything good, Chris knew. He glared at the tracker.
“Untie me,” he hissed.
“Thought ‘bout turning ya over and starting again.”
Something banged inside the livery and Yosemite could be heard calling out to someone. Chris closed his eyes. He couldn’t take this again he suddenly knew, not without being able to act on what was done to his body.
“Vin, please,” he whispered.
A soft, lingering kiss was his answer.
“I don’t know, I kinda liked having ya at my mercy like this,” his lover murmured teasingly and those lush lips started another caressing kiss. Chris moved his head aside. A sigh sounded above him and suddenly his hands were free. Vin gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek before sliding beside him in the hay. While Chris rubbed his arms and wrists to get his blood flowing, Vin leisurely caressed the blond's naked chest and abdomen.
“So beautiful,” the young tracker whispered, his hand following the contours of Chris’ rock hard body. “God, Chris, yer so unbelievably beautiful.”
“Ain’t a girl, Vin,” Chris muttered. Damn, but he was exhausted.
“No, yer more like an angel. Luckily a fallen angel.” The mischief was back in that soft Texas drawl. Hastily Chris pushed himself up until he was sitting and reached for his pants, pooled around his lower legs. When he bent over to get them, Vin immediately let his fingers dive in the upper part of the crash between Chris’ ass cheeks that became visible.
Chris managed to swallow most of his yelp, but not all.
Shit, the last thing he needed was for Vin to know he was ticklish there. Hastily he pulled on his pants, trying to get decent before someone else decided to visit this particularly alley. Luckily some buttons had survived Vin’s attack.
“Aw hell, Chris, don’t tell me ya didn’t like it. Remember, I felt ya shudder! And when I let ya finally cum, I swear, it seemed like ya never stopped cumming!”
Chris finished buttoning up his pants and shirt, trying to disguise the missing buttons of his shirt by tucking it real tight in his pants. He’d just have to stay in the shadows on his way to his room, avoiding everyone. With one hand he pushed his hair back. He looked at Vin, at what he could see of the beautiful face half hidden behind those soft brown curls in the dim moonlight.
“I can’t deny that was about the most intense release I’ve ever had Vin, but...,”
“But what, Lar’bee?” Vin’s voice held a challenge.
“Damn, it was torture, pure torture!” Chris hissed, working himself out of the hay. When he tried to stand he almost collapsed, his knees were still that weak. Immediately Vin’s arm was there to steady him. The tracker had his fly hanging open and his shirt was loose, buttons still undone. Chris grasped his gunbelt from between the hay and pushed himself erect, standing on his own two feet. He swayed a little.
Vin’s hand caressed his back.
“I gotta tell ya Chris, having ya shuddering beneath me, unable ta do anything about it, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I almost came in my pants, jist by seeing ya and feeling ya shudder.” The young man’s voice was sincere, very sincere and Chris knew he was in danger.
“Vin,” he told his enthusiastic lover firmly, “Don’t do this again. I mean it!”
“Don’t say that Chris. Don’t ya wanna cum like that ever again?” A hand cupped the now small bulb in the black pants playfully and squeezed. “Ever?”
“Not where someone can find out!” Chris hissed, pulling away that hand with force. “Don’t you know what they would do to us when they find out? I don’t want that to happen, don’t want to see them take a knife to you or… or worse.”
Vin took back his hands and started buttoning up. When he was finished, he looked at Chris and the smile was gone now.
“I couldn’t bear it if something happened to ya, Chris. Aw, why would people kill us or, or castrate us jist fer finding some happiness?”
“I’ve seen it Vin! Men strung up naked and bleeding, just for this. You know it happens!”
“Yeah,” the tracker sighed, acknowledging the truth. “It’s stupid. With the Indians it’s never a point, ya love someone or wanna have some fun, it’s alright.” After a moment of silence Vin nodded to Chris. “I’ll be more careful in the future Chris.” Then the mischievous smile was back. “But I want ya at my mercy again, Lar’bee! I won’t do it in sich a public place again, but I WILL have ya writhing and whimpering and helpless a lot more times and with no one around I’ll make sure ya'll be begging me!”
Fuck, what have I let myself into, taking up with Vin, Chris thought wearily. What is that crazy Texan coming up with next? He’s downright dangerous!
Looking at those bright eyes, that boyish face and at that lean body, he knew exactly why he’d taken up with the tracker. This was the best man he’d ever met, someone he was closer with than he’d even been with Sarah.
Downright dangerous.
“Yeah? Well, payback is a bitch, Tanner,” he hissed, glaring at his lover. That lover only licked his lips in anticipation, sending a jolt through Chris’ body. Angrily he stalked away.
Only to find Vin right behind him, one hand grabbing his ass.
“As much as I like seeing ya walk away in them damn teaser jeans Lar’bee, it looks even better without all that hay sticking outta ya.”
Yep, Chris knew, stopping just in time before he would have revealed his disheveled state in the light of the watch fires on the main street of Four Corners, Vin was going to be the death of him yet!
The End