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Author's Chapter Notes: They still aren't mine more's the pity. Thank you to WB and PeeK for all the help and encouragement. All mistakes are mine, ( and if you'll point them out I'll be happy to fix them.)

Chris has plans for getting even. But is that what he really needs and wants?

Twilight deepened as Chris was settling Pony into the corral, the half finished barn offering no real protection yet. About to trudge to his cabin Chris paused, Pony’s nicker was the first warning that Chris had of company coming. Waiting with some trepidation, Chris stared into the gathering darkness, a shadow grew larger and detached itself into two shadows, then recognizable figures. Chris felt a thrill of anticipation replacing his previous worry. Possibly his plan was back on track! The lean gunslinger rushed to the cabin to prepare his snare.

Buck was telling Vin a long draw out version of a story the tracker had heard before as they rode up to Chris’s cabin. Vin only half listening, knowing that Buck only spoke to keep from working himself into a state, mumbling a response whenever Buck paused. The last few yards were pitch black, night fell quickly once the sun dropped behind the nearby hills. The first thing that Vin noticed was that there was no light from the cabin.

“Ya sure Chris come out here, Junior?” Buck asked at the same time.

“I thought fer sure he would…” then the sound of Pony welcoming Steele and Peso confirmed Vin’s suspicions. “If Pony’s here Chris must be too.” Vin stated definitively. Buck nodded.

“Yeah must be.” Buck’s voice told Vin just how worried the gunslinger was; in truth Vin was just as worried. Too many times they’d been caught by sins of the past. Without taking the time to unsaddle their horses both men dismounted at the cabin weapons drawn.

Before entering the dark cabin, Vin crouched low and called out. No reply, no sound. Buck moved cautiously inside, finding the side table and lamp by touch he struck a Lucifer and lit the wick. The room appeared normal with two notable exceptions: there was no quilt or pillow on the lumpy bed in the corner and a trail of clothing led to the back door. Boots, dark shirt, black canvas pants, socks, drawers and laying right in the open door Chris’s wide brimmed hat! The two friends looked at each other and gleeful smiles split their faces.

Without hesitation Buck and Vin started stripping out of their own clothing, everything dropped where they stood then they were both moving towards the back door. From out of the darkness a stern voice called.

“Don’t forget to turn down that lamp, don’t want the cabin burning down during the night!”

“Oh right.” Buck turned back and blew it out. Now lit only by the stars’ pale light, Buck saw Vin‘s slender naked form moving ghostlike towards the door. “Hey Tanner, wait for me!” Buck speedily followed.

The early stars were the only illumination outside, their light reflected on the pale form and bedding spread there. Vin was already half way across the yard when Buck’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Long legs strode purposefully to catch up. It was only a matter of seconds before both men tumbled down onto the quilt, hands reaching and finding warm flesh. Chris gave a little moan as his two lovers happily began apologizing for their earlier trickery.

Chris lay back and let the calloused hands stroking over his flesh, heating it further with every touch. Little murmuring promises of the pleasures that lay ahead came from both sides as his lovers thought that they were taking advantage of him. Chris grinned. So far so good.

Chris managed to distract Buck by biting at the juncture of throat and shoulder and sucking hard and long then focusing Vin’s arousal on his oldest friend’s hungry body. Now that both of them were occupied, Chris moved off the blanket silently and felt the ground for the leather straps he’d left there. The straps were tied to wooden stakes that Chris had driven into the ground the full width of the blanket apart. Chris widened the loops on both sets of straps with a smirk, very soon he’d have his lovers restrained and then his fun could really begin.

Chris knew he had to get Buck under control first because Buck was simply too big for Chris to wrestle down without resorting to actually hurting him. As pissed as Chris was he didn’t want to hurt Buck. Once the gunfighter was restrained Chris had to quickly contain Vin before either really knew what their lover was doing. Vin was not going to like being tied up. At least not at first, Chris thought that by the end of the night his long haired lover would begin to see the pleasure of the straps. He hoped so anyway.

Buck on the other hand would take to this like a fish to water, but Chris was tired of fighting all of Buck’s hands. Sometimes it seems like Buck had extra arms and hands, no doubt about it Buck was always an enthusiastic lover. Just sometimes Chris wanted to be in complete control.

Now while they were both so involved, Chris took a moment to enjoy the view, Vin’s head bent over Buck’s hips, bobbing up and down rhythmically. Buck arching and moaning, his large hands entangled in Vin’s hair. Vin moved till he was lying beside Buck, began thrusting his hips against the other man’s thigh and groaning. It was a glorious sight and Chris was hard pressed not to jump back into the midst of them. But he was stronger willed than that. Still a little rumble of desire slipped from between his gritted teeth.

No time to lose Chris thought as he reached for one of Buck’s hands. Stroking the knuckles and tendons, licking and sucking at the webbing between the thumb and forefinger, Chris quickly had one hand pressing against his lips. Buck stared at him, even in the dark Chris could see the desire in the man’s eyes. Pulling Buck’s hand up over his head Chris quickly slipped one leather loop over the strong hand and tightened it. Licking his way down the inside of Buck’s arm till he was burrowed into his lover’s side. Buck grinned at him when Chris began tugging at the silky dark hair. He was engrossed in the thick masculine scent that was all Buck, kissing and nibbling his way back up to Buck‘s wrist. Chris made sure his lover‘s hand was securely tied and reached back for the other hand. Without complaint the tall gunfighter relinquished his hold on the tracker and allowed Chris to pull his other arm over his head. Chris moved quickly to tighten the straps above Buck’s head.

The next step was a little trickier, Chris scrambled to the other end of the quilt and speedily slipped one more noose around Buck’s left ankle. It was fastened and tightened before Buck really knew what was going on. He tugged once or twice, but didn’t seem too upset when Chris rubbed and stroked his foot and calf. Then Vin did something that captured Buck’s total attention and Chris knew it was safe to start the next part of his plan. Capturing Vin!

The tracker hadn’t noticed the absence of Buck’s hands, totally engrossed it the taste and feel of the body beneath him. Chris moved behind Vin and wrapped his arms around the tracker. Slipping a hand between Vin’s cock and Buck’s thigh, Chris captured the steely length and began stroking. He pressed against Vin’s back and started kissing a trail up the knobby spine to the sensitive ear. Sucking at the tender lobe, licking the rim of the shell, Chris soon had Vin stretching to give him more access to his body and the heated kisses he was receiving.

It only took a few moments to have Vin stretched out full length on his back. Chris took a few minutes to savor the taste of Vin’s engorged cock and then kissed his way back up the tracker’s body. Buck was making little mewling sounds as he watched, Vin reached towards the taller man, but Chris captured the roving hand and pulled it up to the waiting loops of leather. Now was the time for haste, quickly before Vin really understood what was going on, Chris had to catch and secure his other hand and then at least one foot. It would require lightning reflexes, fortunately Chris’s reflexes were just that fast. In no time he’d secured a puzzled Vin to the ground beside Buck. Now he had them right where he wanted them!

Chris stood over his lovers and gloated, “So now let’s talk boys.”

“Talk!” Buck was outraged, talking was the last thing on his fevered mind.

“What the hell Larabee, untie me!” Vin was already tugging angrily at the snares around his wrists.

“You’re not goin’ nowhere Tanner, and Bucklin the only chance you got for getting any tonight is if you can talk your way outta them leather tie downs.” Chris’s smile was wickedly happy, fortunately the evening shadows hid it from his two lovers. The blond gunfighter chuckled and turned back towards the cabin.


“Larabee ya ain’t just gonna leave us out here like this!”

“Patience boys, patience.” Chris called back to them as he entered his cabin. Still grinning, Chris took his time gathering the necessary items. He decided it would do them both good to have a little time to think things over. A good ten minutes later Chris strolled back outside.

“Okay Chris ya done made your point.” Vin didn’t sound properly contrite to Chris’s ears.

“Is that the way you apologize Tanner?” Chris sucked a noisy breath in, “Damn piss poor way to git yourself untied.” Chris knelt down beside Buck allowing his eyes to roam over the blood heavy cock that was already weeping. “How about you Buck? You figure out the magic words yet?”

“Whatever you want me to say Chris…just fuck me when your ready.” Buck thrust his hips up to emphasize his eagerness. Chris felt a wave of lust rush through him.

“Much better tactics.” He leaned down and thoroughly kissed his long time lover. Buck’s little moans drew answering groans from Chris. Reveling in all the ways that Buck knew how to please him, Chris nibbled his way down the muscular chest. He knew Buck was loving this game.

Vin on the other hand was not a happy cowboy. Chris rose and stepped over Buck only to kneel again between the two naked men. He settled the pail he had brought from the house in front of him and ran his hands over Vin’s wiry form. Tanner glared at him.

“Now Junior, ya have to try to get into the spirit of things.” Buck moved his free leg, rubbing his foot against Vin’s leg as best he could. “It ain’t all that often ole Chris gets in this kinda mood, enjoy it while it lasts.” The dark blue eyes were intently focused on the other two men. Vin kicked at Buck’s exploring foot and snarled angrily.

“Fuck you Bucklin! Maybe you like getting hogtied but I …” Vin gasped and the only sounds he made were unrecognizable as words for several long minutes.

Finally Chris sat back up smacking his lips, “So you’re not enjoying this Vin, is that what you’re saying?” Vin just lay there dragging in great gulps of air, hips still rocking with the remembered rhythm of Chris‘s mouth. Buck had watched with close attention and now made a little mewling noise that drew Chris back to him. This time Chris was armed.

“So Buck how do you feel about …feathers?” Chris opened the small pot of sweet oil and dipped one of the feathers he’d saved into it. A low moan and thrusting of hips was all the answer Larabee received as he flicked the oil off of the long feather. Chris chuckled at the sight.

“That sure is a fine sight, don’t cha think Vin?” Chris trailed the oil soaked feather over Buck’s chest, circling the pebbled nipples and drawing more moans and murmurs of pleasure from his lover’s lips. Vin was watching now with heavy-lidded eyes, a sensuous smile and his own murmurs of appreciation. Chris drew the feather down in a wandering line from the hollow of Buck’s throat to the dip of his navel. Pausing only to swirl and anoint that sensitive area, Chris stroked the knuckles of his free hand against Vin’s ribs just to drag some more of those pleasurable sounds from him.

“Might be more fun with both of us ganging up on him?” When he could manage to speak coherently, Vin’s voice had that raspy quality that sent shivers down Chris’s back. He turned and glanced at the lean form of the tracker.

“You just want me to let you loose, then you’ll skedaddle.”

“Take a closer look Larabee.” Vin whispered hoarsely; he moved his body in one long undulating motion. “I’m wantin’ you Chris… wantin’ Bucklin too. Want you inside me. Don’t make me wait too long.” Vin looked ready, cock engorged and weeping, little twitches of desire running through his body.

Damn! Chris thought wishing abruptly that he could be two places at once. Buck moaned softly again, and Chris stroked down the flat plane of his chest with the tip of the feather. Feeling the dark blue eyes drilling into him, Chris sighed, he was only one man.

Leaning up over Buck he breathed in his long time lover’s air and whispered. “What do you want Stud?”

“Want to fuck you hard or hell just let me watch you and Vin fuck.” Buck lifted his head the final inch that brought their lips together and Chris knew he’d lost. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Larabee reached over his head and tugged the knife loose with a quick motion he slashed through the ties on Buck’s hands and then Vin’s. No matter what they did Chris knew he’d be the winner, and not a shot needed to be fired.

Chris thought he was ready for what was going to happen next, but Vin barreled him over before the blond gunfighter knew what hit him. Buck read the tracker’s movements and went along like the two of them had planned it, in seconds Chris was a moaning, writhing, wanton creature with no thought of any kind except begging them not to stop. They were very happy to comply.

Hot mouths, calloused fingers, and swollen weeping cocks all contributed to the pleasure and ultimate downfall of one Christopher Larabee. In the end he’d come so hard and fast that he’d lost consciousness, swooning so completely that it scared the other two.

Gentle pats on his face and concerned voices, Chris swam back into the here and now. Blinking up at Buck’s worried face, hearing Vin’s rough voice from right next him.

“Chris? Can you hear me? Come on pard, open your eyes.” Chris sighed, his throat felt sore, he wondered why. Oh yes vaguely he remembered screaming out the names of his two lovers. Damn they’d never let him live this down.

“You think he’s okay, Buck?” Vin really was sweet, Chris thought as he blinked sleepily.

Buck’s warm hands moved under him and Chris realized that his oldest friend and long time lover meant to carry him. “No Buck. Don’t I can walk.”

Buck snorted. “Sure you can pard.” He nuzzled into the soft silky hair and licked at the shell of Chris’s ear, “But why don’t you just let ole Buck take care of you, just this once?” Already Chris felt the surge and floating sensation and knew Buck had lifted him. Strong arms held him close and well it was awful nice to just press closer to that broad chest and let his head lay against Buck’s shoulder. Chris nibbled a line up Buck’s collar bone and finally managed to slide his hand up into Buck’s dark hair.

“I’m all right, just a little sleepy, Vin.” Chris sought to reassure the tracker who was hovering just in front of them. Vin smiled at him.

“Glad to hear you’re back with us. You sure did drop fast Larabee. Scared the crap out of me.” Vin was laughing at himself now. Buck jostle Chris a bit as he started to climb the stairs and Vin jumped up ahead to open the door.

“Here we go, Cowboy. I think that bed is looking mighty comfy right now. Don’t you think so Vin?” Buck laughed too.

Chris had to agree as Buck laid him out on the cotton quilt, Vin was moving around to the other side and crawling over to join him. Buck went back out into the darkness and Chris wanted to protest, but Vin made him forget what it was he wanted to say. Then Buck was back with the sweet oil and the feather and damn he had that look on his face.

Chris took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “What’re you up to now Buck?”

Buck’s grin got even wider, “Sleeping for now, this here’s for later Stud.”

And damned if the lanky SOB didn’t mean it.


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