Vin arrived at the ranch with barely his motorcycle and his bones intact. He had to get
home before Chris. He abruptly stopped the bike at the mailbox at end of the drive, then
glancing around, pulled out a package. He quickly stuffed it into his jacket and roared up
the drive.
Once inside, he went straight to the bedroom and sat down. His breathing quickened and
his fingers shook slightly as he tore at the wrapping on the package. Damn Federal
Express! Did they HAVE to seal packages so damned securely? Paper and cardboard flew
everywhere until finally he had unwrapped his new treasure.
He pulled off the plastic wrapping. There it was at last.
"The Gates of Hell," they called it.
He held it up to the light, studying it. It was a series of metal rings, attached
together by small strips of leather. The rings formed a tube. He grinned devilishly. It
seemed to him that some payback was due somewhere along the line, and getting Chris to
wear this should prove interesting. Trust Ezra to know of something as exotic as this.
"You put it on when you're soft," he'd explained. "Then, as you become
more...stimulated...it, well, it--"
"Gets damned uncomfortable," Vin finished for him.
"Something like that. Provides some very unique...sensations."
Vin looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Know that from experience, do
ya?"
"Mr. Tanner, my experience with them in my travels is immaterial. I'm
just telling you about their effect."
"Okay, okay."
"Anything else you'd care to know?"
"That'll do fine. Thanks."
Vin studied it. It looked uncomfortable. But still... A little adventure now
and then wouldn't do either of them any harm. He hoped. He carried it into the kitchen and
tossed it on the counter and opened a beer.
The amber liquid was ice cold and just what he needed to rinse the road dust out of his
throat. As he sipped his beer thoughtfully, his eye once again rested on the object on the
counter. The more he looked at it, the more curious he became.
Was it really as good as Ezra claimed? And anyway, how did he know? He picked
it up again, looking at the way the rings glinted in the light. An idea was forming in his
mind. A little 'surprise' for Chris.
Vin glanced up at the clock. It was almost 5. Chris would be leaving the office soon.
Chris usually worked late, but tonight he planned to come home right after his meeting.
Vin was supposed to drive him, but with this package sitting in the mailbox, he didn't
want Chris to find out before Vin was ready to spring it on him.
Chris Larabee came out of his office with Orrin "Judge" Travis. The meeting
had gone a little long, and it was already five in the afternoon.
Chris looked around him in puzzled surprise. "Anyone seen Vin?"
"No, not lately," replied Buck. "JD?"
JD answered without looking up. "He left a couple of hours ago. Seemed to be in a
hurry."
Chris arched an eyebrow in surprise. "Buck, would you mind drivin' me home? Seems
my ride took off without me."
"I think he had an errand," said JD.
"That's okay, Chris," said Travis. "I can take you home."
"I appreciate the offer, but it's kinda outta your way, isn't it?"
"I don't mind. Could use the company. My wife is visiting her sister."
"Thanks. Look, if you're going to go to all this trouble, why don't you at least
stay for dinner?"
Travis considered. "Well, frankly, I am getting a little bored with Lean Cuisine.
Okay."
Vin finished his beer, strode into the bedroom, and quickly began to shed his clothes.
Stretching out on his back on the bed, he looked at the device once more, then pulled it
over his softened penis.
He closed his eyes and began to think about his blond lover. He took his time, savoring
each memory of the last time they'd gone camping together... the feel of Chris's body
beside him in the warm, double-size sleeping bag...Skinny-dipping together in the lake...
And the way the water cascaded off Chris's long, lean frame as he strode out of the
water... Crystal droplets running in tiny, glittering rivulets down the length of his
body... And how much Vin wanted to lick them off, tasting the saltiness of his skin...
The memories were having their effect. He could feel the heated rush of blood to his
groin as his sex hardened in its cage. With one hand, he began to massage his balls as his
erection continued to lengthen and thicken. He gasped as he felt the first twinges of pain
and pressure in shaft, just past the crown, and then in the plum-colored tip...
Ezra had been right! It was painful in some ways, but the pressure, the tightness, the
confinement...It was all so...so strange, in a way. He couldn't decide if he was enjoying
it or not, but the thought of Chris's face when he saw him like this only caused him to
throb all the more.
His ears perked up when he heard a car in the driveway. Chris was home. Buck must've
dropped him off. About time! He heard the car door slam.
What was that? Another car door? Buck? Shit! Vin scrambled off the bed and ran
awkwardly into the living room to peek through the curtains.
His heart jumped into his throat, nearly cutting off his breathing at the sight of
Orrin Travis walking up to the door with Chris. Maybe he wouldn't come in.
No, he'd come in.
SHIT!
Vin galloped back to the bedroom, the Gates of Hell still hampering his movement. Now
he had a problem. He wasn't soft enough to get it off!
He could hear the door opening. He groaned in pain and frustration. Chris and Travis
had to know he was here. His bike was still in the drive.
"Vin?" Chris was calling from the living room.
Vin pulled at the device frantically, but his panic was only making the situation
worse. Damnit, it wasn't coming down! What a time to be stuck with a hard-on that wouldn't
quit! It was as if it had a mind of its own! When he wanted one it--Shit, it
didn't matter now, it had to come off. It HAD to. NOW.
Think of something else. Think of...of...Nettie. Think of...Damnnit, THINK!
"Uh...In a minute, Chris!"
"You okay?"
He shuffled to the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet. "Um..Yeah.
Yeah!" he shouted back. "I'm...um...taking a shower. Be out in a minute!"
A shower! He looked at the jets of water in realization and quickly turned the dial to
as cold as he could make it. He looked at the water grimly, then quickly stepped in.
"YEOW!!!" DAMN, it was cold!
"You sure you're okay?" Chris's voice was edged with concern.
Vin bit his lip, trying to suppress another cry. He struggled for control, trying to
keep his voice calm. "Yeah, sure! Be out in a minute!"
Vin was starting to shiver when he was finally rewarded with the sound of metal rings
falling to the floor of the stall. He picked them up, then sighed in relief and sagged
against the shower wall, for the moment barely aware of the ice cold water that was slowly
turning his skin blue.
"Vin?"
Vin jumped, startled, as Chris stood there, his green eyes gazing at him in puzzlement
and concern.
"Geezus, look at you--you're freezing. What the hell are you doin'?"
"Just takin' a shower." He had been about to get out of the shower, but now
he had to make it look good.
"In ice water?"
Vin forced a tight grin, wondering if Chris could see his teeth chattering. "It's
invigorating. You oughta try it sometime."
Chris looked at him doubtfully, then held out a towel. "Yeah...well...finish up
and get dressed. Travis is stayin' for dinner."
Vin started to reach for the towel, almost forgetting the toy still hidden in his hand.
"Thanks. Just leave it there. I'm almost done."
Chris shrugged. "Hurry it up. What do you think? Should I make us some chili? I
don't know about Travis, but I know you like it hotter 'n Hell..."
"Nah, that's okay, pard," Vin smiled. "Already been there," he
added softly.
The End
Continues in Hell and Back
