It was hours before "Judge" Travis left the ranch. Vin was fidgety almost the
entire time while enduring what had to be the longest basketball game on record. Normally,
he liked it when a close game went into overtime--and more than once--but tonight was not
the night.
At last he had said his 'good nights' to the two of them and left. Chris settled back
on the couch, his eyes glued to the post-game wrap-up.
And he kept his eyes on the TV when he calmly asked "What the hell were you doin'
in there?"
"Takin' a shower."
"At six in the evening?"
"Yes."
"In freezing cold water?"
Vin glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "What's yer point?"
"Nothin'."
A long silence settled between them before Chris continued.
"Somethin' you wanna tell me?"
"No."
Chris shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the TV in an unseeing stare. Although Chris
didn't show it, Vin could sense his hurt and annoyance at the knowledge that Vin was
withholding something from him. He wanted to tell Chris, wanted to retrieve their new toy
from the bathroom, but now yet. Not now. Vin had other plans.
Ten minutes of silence later, Chris straightened and stretched. "I'm goin' to bed.
You comin'?" There was a slightly hopeful tone in Chris's voice.
"Not yet. Gonna watch CNN for awhile."
Chris's shoulders appeared to sag slightly, almost imperceptibly. "'Night,"
he said at last.
"Yeah. 'Night."
It was all Vin could do to stay where he was in the big armchair. He kept his eyes on
the TV and listened intently as Chris went down the hall and into the bedroom.
Oh, hell! The bathroom!
Vin bolted from the chair, and darted down the hall and into the bedroom. Chris was
standing beside the bed, pulling his shirt off over his head.
"Change your mind?" That slightly hopeful tone again.
"Yeah," said Vin, walking calmly into the bathroom. "More tired than I
thought." He hated to do this to Chris, but the lanky blond would forgive if he knew,
Vin was sure.
He retrieved the Gates of Hell from where he'd hidden it under the towel and returned
to the bedroom. Chris was already in bed, under the blankets. Vin quickly hid the object
in his nightstand and began to undress. He slipped quietly into bed beside Chris. He felt
wide awake. But after all, he had plans.
Dawn was just filtering through the blinds when Vin awoke with a start. He glanced over
at Chris, listening the deep, rhythmic breathing of a man fast asleep.
Slipping out of bed, he gathered his handcuffs and Chris's and returned quickly to the
bedroom. Carefully, like a magician, he pulled the blanket off Chris, revealing his naked
body.
Vin grinned to himself. Chris was exactly as he had hoped to find him--completely
asleep and relaxed. He carefully retrieved the Gates of Hell from the drawer and held his
breath.
Slowly, painstakingly, he began to slip it quietly over Chris's softened sex. Chris
stirred for just a moment and Vin's breath caught in his throat. But still Chris didn't
awaken. Chris wasn't always such a heavy sleeper--certainly he wasn't when Vin first met
him--but Chris had gotten used to Vin's presence in his bed and now slept more soundly
than he used to.
Finally it was on. Vin straightened and admired his handiwork. But he wasn't done yet.
He sat on the edge of the bed and waited. When Chris's entire cardiovascular system opened
up, as any man's does when he's asleep, that little toy was gonna get uncomfortable...He
had only to wait.
He didn't have to wait long. Vin watched, his anticipation growing slowly, like Chris's
penis as it swelled inside its cage. Chris started to stir, as a barely audible groan
escaped his lips. With lightning quickness, Vin slipped one of the cuffs over one wrist,
attaching the other to the bed.
"Vin?" Chris was still slightly groggy as Vin quickly snapped the other pair
of cuffs in place. Chris was now handcuffed to the bed, his erection filling the Gates of
Hell he now wore. Chris's eyes snapped open.
"What the - ? Vin?"
Chris pulled uselessly at the cuffs. He raised his head, trying to see what exactly Vin
had done to his groin.
"What did you do? Turn me loose! And get this thing off! NOW!"
A grin slowly spread across Vin's face. He reached between Chris's thighs and lightly
began to fondle and tease his balls. Chris lurched slightly at the touch. Vin bent over
and gently tongued the lightly-furred balls. Chris's penis responded, squeezing itself
into the metal contraption that now snugly fit his erection.
Vin moved slowly down his body and lightly ran his tongue along the sole of Chris's
foot. Chris squirmed, giggling. He forced his most menacing frown.
"Vin!" he said warningly.
Vin just smiled and did it again, causing Chris to dissolve into helpless laughter.
"St-stop it!" he gasped. His erection didn't flag for even a moment in its
confines.
Suddenly the phone rang.
Vin grinned at Chris and reached for the phone.
"What the hell are you doing? Don't--" demanded Chris, starting to fight
again. "Let me up!"
"Hello?" Vin placed the receiver by Chris's mouth. "It's for you."
Chris glared at him a moment. "Hello?...Ah...Judge Travis," he said with
forced joviality, his eyes pleading with Vin to be released. "What did you say?
Forgot to tell me what?"
Vin nibbled at the insides of Chris's thighs, carefully avoiding the Gates of Hell.
"Um...a meeting first thing Monday? Is that really necessary? Yes, yes,
okay." Vin gently rolled Chris's balls between his fingers, causing Chris to sigh
involuntarily. "What? No, I'm fine...." Stop it, mouthed Chris.
But Vin wasn't about to stop. He trailed a finger along the dark furrow between Chris's
buttocks, watching in amusement as Chris's hips bucked. A grin spread slowly across Vin's
face as Chris struggled to control his voice.
"Monday morning. Okay. What-what time? No, I'm okay. Just got something caught in
my throat....Sure, see you then. Good-bye."
Vin quickly hung up the receiver.
Chris yanked on the cuffs again. "You are soooo dead," he said softly. Vin
ignored the threat and disappeared from the room.
Vin could hear Chris tug on the cuffs once more, and the hint of apprehension as he
called after him.
"Vin?"
Silence.
"VIN?"
"Right here, cowboy."
He hurried back into the bedroom, and sat beside Chris. Chris gasped and thrashed in
his bonds as Vin brushed an ice cube against each nipple.
"Enough games," said Chris gruffly.
Vin licked his finger and traced the tip along Chris's caged penis, pausing to stroke
the red, pulsing tip. He could feel the heat collecting there as he lightly touched the
ice to the sensitive skin. Chris gasped and Vin's own erection began to throb almost
painfully as he looked at Chris. The blond's hardness looked full to bursting in its
unyielding restraint.
"How's it feel?"
"Tight."
"Painful?"
Chris paused to consider this. They both knew that any games between them would stop if
either of them was truly in any real pain. That was what trust was about.
"Nothing I can't handle." Chris took a breath. "What's achin' are my
balls. I wanna come so bad."
"Yeah?" Vin sucked his finger, making a show of it for Chris's benefit,
enjoying the hungry look on his face. He leaned over Chris, his wide blue eyes reflecting
a serious expression as he studied the smoky green eyes beneath him. He placed his finger
against Chris's lips. Chris opened his mouth, taking in Vin's finger.
Vin sat there a moment, feeling the moist heat. He knew that tropic heat so well--it
had surrounded other parts of him as well, and the pleasures it could bring...!
Vin withdrew from Chris's mouth. His finger traced a wet, shiny path between Chris's
pectorals, down his abdomen, through the froth of dark blond curls to Chris's anus. He
slowly pressed in, slipping past the tight ring of muscle, to lightly stroke the
walnut-sized pleasure spot there.
Chris gasped, arching his back, and groaned as his sex seemed to try to grow impossibly
in the rigid metal rings.
He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.
"Please, Vin," he begged in a hoarse whisper.
"Say 'pretty please!'..."
"F-fuck you!" Chris gasped.
"Thought that was what you wanted me to do to you..." Vin
nuzzled his neck, nipping at his earlobe. His hand smoothed over the lean, muscular chest,
pausing to pinch at the hard buds of Chris's nipples.
At last Vin's attentions were rewarded when Chris let out a strangled cry of
frustration. To Vin, it sounded almost like a sob. He smiled to himself.
"It's okay," he soothed. "I'll make ya feel better."
He kissed Chris long and deep, his teeth teasing the full lower lip that he so often
found himself staring at. Chris moaned deep in his throat, the rumbling sound echoing in
his chest, and sounding almost like a wolf's growl.
Vin brushed his fingertips over the smooth skin of Chris's firm buttocks, moving closer to
the sensitive opening that he knew was hungry. He was pleased when his exploring fingers
found that Chris was already relaxed for him. Chris's eyes were half-open with lust now
and he raised his legs instinctively to allow Vin greater access to his body.
Vin spat on his hand and stroked himself quickly, smoothing the clear, sticky fluid of his
gently leaking penis all over the swollen tip. His own erection felt ready to burst, too,
and he didn't want to end it before it began. Slowly he pressed his knob-end past the tiny
entrance, as Chris's head thrashed from side to side. Vin forced himself to stop. To wait.
God, it was good. He wanted to savor the warm softness of Chris's body, the way their
bodies fitted together, but he also wanted to prolong the agony just a little longer.
Agony for both of them, now.
Chris blinked up at him questioningly, then groaned again as Vin drew out.
"Nooooooooo..."
Vin smiled tenderly and kissed him one more time, before pressing the length of himself
home. He trailed kisses along Chris's pale throat as the rest of his body lay motionless.
Vin felt overwhelmed by the heat, the life of the body now linked to his. It was as if he
could feel Chris's heartbeat through the tight channel, along the length of his sex, and
into his chest cavity, beating in rapid unison with his own.
Slowly he found a rhythm, and soon Chris was rocking with him in that same rhythm. It
wouldn't be long now. The torture that had been Chris Larabee's was now Vin Tanner's and
he was aching to come. He felt a pang of sympathy for Chris as he increased his pace.
Time stopped.
Vin heard a roaring in his ears that blocked out all other sound but his lover's gasps of
pleasure mingled with his own. He gazed into Chris's face as the tip of his penis tingled
to signal his impending climax.
Chris's eyes were closed, his mouth open in inarticulate gasps and moans. Vin could see
the tightly-bunched fists, the corded muscles of the blond's forearms and shoulders
straining. He could feel Chris's body spasm around his hard and throbbing sex, and knew
that Chris's own orgasm was imminent.
And then there was nothing but pleasure and sensation and feeling. It surrounded the two
of them in a warm cocoon that shut out the rest of the world, as Vin's essence pumped deep
into his lover. He cried out, as if this was more than joy than a body should be able to
stand and still live, barely aware of Chris's own milky fluid jetting between their
sweat-sheened bodies.
Finally, his arms turned to rubber, failing him completely, and he collapsed against
Chris, his heart hammering in his chest. He tried to move but a profound lethargy made his
limbs feel like they belonged to someone else. He rested his head against Chris's chest,
listening to his breathing slowly return to normal.
He sucked Chris's earlobe gently, kissing a path across his cheek to the his lips, still
red and swollen from their lovemaking.
Finally, he shifted to a spot alongside Chris, still lightly running the palm of his hand
over Chris's chest and thighs. They lay there, in a comfortable, lazy silence for a long
time.
"Are you gonna take this thing off me?" Chris whispered at last, his eyes
indicating the metal rings now looped harmlessly around his softened penis.
"Mm-hmm...Did you like it?" Vin nuzzled his ear tenderly.
"It was..." Chris was clearly struggling to find a word but found himself at a
loss. "...interesting." His eyes glittered at the memory. "I thought my
entire insides was gonna explode out the end of my dick!"
Vin smiled. The smile vanished when he realized he was going to have to uncuff Chris
eventually. Chris might've enjoyed this, but he wasn't going to be pleased about being
restrained. With a twinge of guilt, Vin could already see the red marks forming on Chris's
wrists.
Vin got off the bed, stood on still-shaking legs, and dressed. Chris watched him.
"You gonna let me loose?" There was no anger there. Not yet, anyway. Just
curiousity.
"Yeah, sure. Just a sec." In the back of his mind, he could still hear Chris's
threat from earlier: 'You are soooo dead.' And he knew damn well that Chris didn't forget
things like that.
Vin finished dressing and scooped up the keys to his bike.
"Vin? You're not gonna leave me like this..." Chris's green eyes widened in
disbelief.
Vin quickly knelt on the bed and unlocked one wrist, then placed the key just far enough
so that Chris would have to struggle for it but could still get to it.
And then he ran. Fast.
He darted out of the house and onto his bike, fired up the engine and roared out of the
drive.
It didn't take Chris long, but he managed to get himself unlocked and the Gates of Hell
off his softened sex. He could hear Vin's motorcyle roar to life in the driveway. Shit! He
could hardly chase after Vin nude, damnit.
He sighed, his eyes lighting on a small black leather item on the floor by the nightstand.
Vin's wallet.
He picked it up, a wicked smile creeping across his face. He reached over to the phone and
dialed the local police.
"Yeah, hi, Pat, it's Chris Larabee. Could you radio one of the guys to pick up one of
my guys for me?...What for? Well, he's toolin' around town on his motorcycle without his
license, is that reason enough?" Chris recited the plate number. "Yeah, just
hold him for me. I'll bring his license to the station. And Pat...? Tell 'em to be sure to
cuff 'im, he can be dangerous--so they don't have to be all that gentle. You're an
angel."
Chris dressed quickly, slipping the wallet into the pocket of his jeans. He reached into
the folds of the damp, rumpled bedclothes to retrieve the Gates of Hell and slipped that
into another pocket.
"This isn't over, Vin Tanner," he said softly to himself. "Not by a long
shot."
The End
Continues in Hell to Pay: Chris's Revenge
