When Chris arrived at the police station, it was quiet. He walked up to the desk
sergeant.
"Where is he?"
Chris was led to a holding cell.
Vin was sitting on the bunk, his wrists still handcuffed behind him. He looked up at
Chris, scowling, as Chris and an officer approached the cell.
"He give you any trouble?" Chris asked the officer.
"Not too much."
Chris grinned at Vin. "You been a good guest of the city?"
Vin turned his face away from him.
The cop looked at Chris. "You takin' him into your custody, then?"
Chris nodded.
"I ain't goin' anywhere with him," said Vin sharply. "I'll bail myself
out."
Chris held up the leather wallet with a smile. "How? You don't even have any ID on
you."
The cop impatiently opened the cell door and helped Vin to his feet. "Look, you.
He's bailin' you out and I want my cell back." He propelled a reluctant Vin out the
door and into the hall.
"Leave the cuffs on 'im," said Chris. The two men looked at him in surprise.
"Don't worry. You'll get 'em back."
The cop shrugged and looked at Vin, holding up a warning finger.
"Stay outta trouble," he said sternly, then winked at Chris. "He's all
yours," he said, and walked away.
"He sure is," Chris said in a voice only Vin could hear. It sent chills up
and down his back, though. Then louder, "Car's outside."
"I ain't goin' anywhere till you take these off!"
Chris shook his head. "Not your call."
Vin scowled again and followed Chris to the Ram. He waited as Chris opened the door for
him and reluctantly accepted his help as he awkwardly climbed inside.
As they pulled out of the police parking lot, Chris withdrew something from his pocket.
"Wanna tell me about this?"
"It's a 'Gates of Hell.'"
"I found that out," Chris replied drily.
"Ezra told me about it," Vin said, by way of explanation.
Chris nodded grimly in understanding. "Ezra."
They drove in silence to the ranch.
Chris brought Vin into the house and left him standing there in the living room as he
carefully closed all the blinds.
"Chris...?" Vin was getting nervous. His unease increased as Chris calmly
unplugged the phone. "What've you got in mind?"
Chris turned and faced him, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"N-now, Chris, you enjoyed it! You know you did!" Vin began to back away,
trying to keep some distance between the two of them. In the back of his mind, he knew it
wouldn't do any good, but he kept moving anyway.
Suddenly Chris lunged for him. Vin just managed to twist out of his grasp. There was no
other direction to run but the bedroom. He could hear Chris racing after him. Once in the
bedroom, Chris lunged again, this time capturing his still-handcuffed quarry. Vin exploded
in peals of helpless laughter as Chris began to tickle him unmercifully.
"G-g-godamnit, Larabee!...S-stop it!..." He tried to make his voice
sound serious between giggles. "You're gonna make me piss my pants! STOP IT!"
Chris paused. "Yeah? Well, then, maybe we oughta take yer pants down so that won't
happen."
Vin tried to get away, his body writhing in Chris's grasp, but failed. Chris tugged
hard, succeeding in getting Vin's pants down to the tops of his thighs. As he felt the
cool air on his bare buttocks and thighs, Vin stumbled against the lanky blond, hobbled by
the cloth around his legs. The two men fell back onto the bed with Vin conveniently across
Chris's lap.
They paused to catch their breaths for an instant when Vin realized the position he was
in.
"No!"
He wiggled furiously against the handcuffs, trying to get up, when the first stinging
smack landed.
"You been a bad boy," said Chris in a soft but deadly voice. "Ten good
wallops oughta do it. Wanta count 'em for me?"
- Smack! -
Chris was definitely not planning to go easy on him.
"Go to hell, Larabee!"
- Smack! -
"Count 'em or I'll just keep going. Shall I make it twenty?"
- Smack! -
Vin let loose a string of curses.
"Suit yourself. Twenty then!"
"Arrgh! ONE!"
- Smack! -
"Two!" Vin ground out through clenched teeth.
- Smack! -
Vin could feel the heat rising in his cheeks--both his ass and his face. Chris wasn't
holding back and each blow was starting to sting more and more with the next four blows.
"Six, damnit! STOP!"
- Smack! -
Vin could feel tears clinging to his eyelashes now. And he could feel something else. A
stirring beneath him, across Chris's lap. Chris was enjoying this!
And so was he, even as the first tears rolled down his face. He didn't expect to enjoy
it - the pain, the loss of control - but it had overwhelmed him now. Six blows later and now more than
ever he wanted Chris to take him.
"Twelve! Please, Chris!"
Vin twisted around, trying in vain to see how red his heated skin had become, even as Chris administered three more blows, Vin crying out the number with each blow. His
buttocks felt like they were on fire, but he was careful not to lose count.
- Smack! -
"OW! Fifteen!"
God, five more. Vin hadn't been whupped since he was a very little boy. He didn't like
it then and he wasn't too fond of it now. But, as he recalled, his penis had never
responded like this. The hardened column bumped against his stomach with every blow, only
making him want Chris all the more even as he counted out the next five.
- Smack! -
"T-Twenty!"
Chris stopped. Vin lay across Chris's lean, hard thighs. He was sweating and breathing
heavily, as if he'd run a marathon. Vin took in great gulps of air and tried to blink away
the tears before Chris saw them. His buttocks were hot and throbbed from the punishment.
And that wasn't all that throbbed.
Chris pushed his blond hair out of his eyes. He was breathing as heavily as Vin. Vin
tried to get up, but without his hands to brace him, he fell, sliding off Chris's lap and
onto the floor in an unceremonious heap.
Chris quickly bent to help him, then froze.
"What the hell - ?
Vin's shirt was partly raised, exposing his torso. On his side was a large bruise about
the size of his fist.
"What's this?"
"Nothin'." The throbbing he had felt in his groin during his 'spanking' was
now gone, and he could see that Chris was in a similar condition.
"The hell it ain't. The cops do this to you?"
Vin said nothing. Emotions flickered across Chris's face. Anger and...something else.
"They were supposed to be a little ungentle," he said softly to
himself. Then he looked at Vin. "Geezus, Vin, all ya had to do was let them arrest
ya!"
Vin's eyes blazed at the realization he'd been set up. "Maybe if you hadn't turned
me in--"
"And maybe if you hadn't chained me to the damn bed--"
Vin stopped and looked at him. He hadn't thought all that much about it, except to note
that Chris seemed to enjoy it as much as he had. Not that Chris had had much of a choice,
really. He would've stopped, he knew, if Chris had really seemed to be that uncomfortable.
But now the thought struck him: would he have recognized that moment if it came?
"Was it really that bad?" Vin asked in a soft voice.
Chris hesitated. "No. But I don't like being...restrained. You know that."
"Yeah." And Vin knew why, too. "Yeah, I guess I do." He started to
get up off the floor and winced.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Vin shrugged. "I got a matching one on my back."
Chris cursed softly, unlocked the handcuffs and helped Vin off the floor. Vin stretched
out on the bed--moving gingerly under Chris's watchful gaze--and let Chris remove his
clothes.
Chris disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and gave him a couple
of aspirins, and then applied cool compresses to the two large bruises. Vin lay quietly as
Chris began to smooth aloe onto his burning skin. The gentleness of Chris's touch
surprised him as the cooling salve did its work.
Despite the burning heat in his backside, Vin was starting to enjoy Chris's attentions,
and the feel of the blond's hands against his hot, pulsing buttocks. It seemed like Vin's
buttcheeks and groin were suddenly screaming for all his attention, as he felt a familiar
warm rush into his gradually stiffening sex.
"Chris?" he said in a choked whisper. He moved sensuously on the bed, making
his need known without words.
A slow smile crept across Chris's face in response. He stood and quickly shucked his
clothes. Mindful of Vin's soreness, he eased himself back onto the bed beside him. He
coated his finger in aloe again and trailed it up the shadowy furrow between the two firm,
rosy-colored globes. He pressed firmly into Vin, feeling the tiny puckered entrance relax
and open for him. Vin groaned softly.
"Hurts?"
He shook his head. "In a good way," he said huskily. "I'm so ready,
Chris. Please. Do it!"
Chris pressed a second finger into him, and he moaned again.
"Sure you want me to...?"
Vin rolled onto his unbruised side and sat up. He kissed Chris, devouring him hungrily,
deeply, now pulling him down to lay beside him. His hands lightly traced over the lean,
hard-muscled arms, then traced a path back up his arms and over the smooth, solid chest to
pinch and tease the hard pink diamonds of Chris's nipples.
He wanted to kiss and suck him everywhere at once. But he knew what he wanted most of
all. He pressed against Chris's shoulder, silently urging him onto his back. He began to
run the tip of his tongue over the rippling muscles and smooth ribs, savoring the salty
flesh. His head swam with the heady musk that was uniquely Chris.
He hovered only a moment over the thick length that rose proudly from the stiff, dark
curls, before enveloping the smooth head with his mouth. His tongue swirled over the
sensitive glans, feeling Chris's pulse throbbing against his lips.
Chris arched his back and moaned with abandon, raking his fingers though Vin's long
hair to caress the line of his jaw with both hands.
Vin increased his pace, starting to taste the clear stickiness that pooled at the tip.
He nuzzled Chris's balls, like ripe peaches, firm and close to his body in their
tightly-wrinkled sac. He nipped lightly at Chris's stomach and chest before biting him
playfully on the neck.
"I want you..." he breathed softly into Chris's ear.
Chris needed no further urging. He quickly stroked a silvery line of aloe between Vin's
still-pink buttocks. He kissed Vin gently over the bruise on his side, brushing his lips
against the purple skin.
Chris pressed one finger home, then two, gently, carefully stretching Vin, preparing
him. Vin moaned softly, and thrust the tip of his tongue into Chris's ear.
With a savage growl from deep within his throat, Chris rolled onto his side and kissed
Vin with a depth of feeling neither of them had never known before. Vin could feel the tip
of Chris pressing against him, slowly, insistently.
He relaxed his body completely, drawing Chris into the warm softness of his core. This
felt so right to him, like Chris had been made to fit him. The elastic sheath of his
channel surrounded Chris tightly, making Vin feel a fullness and a sense of completion he
could never have imagined before they'd met.
He waited with growing impatience for Chris to begin to stroke inside him, to hit that
hidden spot that would send ripples of pleasure radiating through his body, along his arms
and legs, and out his fingertips.
He held back a sob of near-relief as Chris began to move rhythmically, the length of
him sliding out between the heated buttocks, only to slip back inside in long, even
strokes. He hoped Chris wasn't going to try to take his time. He was hungry NOW.
Chris seemed to have the same idea, as his pace suddenly and rapidly increased. Vin
felt all sense of control slipping away, as he began to moan in raw, guttural sounds in
tempo with Chris's thrusting.
Chris's voice joined him in the same inarticulate sounds of passion and lust, as time
and place fell away from them both, leaving just them and their bodies and the feelings
they shared for each other.
Vin felt his climax building from deep within, until suddenly it was as if he and Chris
were being flung into space, still joined together. Vin clung to him tightly, as their
voices mingled in loud, wild cries of pleasure.
And then together they were falling, falling, spinning, to land abruptly on the
bedcovers, spent, their bodies slick and shiny with sweat. They lay there a long time,
unable to move, not really wanting to.
Vin could feel Chris slowly slip out of him. He framed Chris's face with his hands and
kissed him hard, all the intensity of his emotions being pent up into that one kiss.
Chris responded with equal intensity. As Vin reluctantly released him, he smiled up at
him, a lazy, satisfied smile.
"You still want me to explain about that Gates of Hell?"
Chris grinned. "Next time."
The End
