Three Men and a Bounty

by Three Men

  When Lucy got up to start clearing the table, James snapped out of his daydream to see Troy and Chris offer to help with the dishes like the gentlemen they were. All he could think about was the very ungentlemanly things he wanted to do with them both in his bedroom. He wanted to finish what they’d only started at Troy’s little secret cove. Lucy shooed Troy and Chris away as if reading James’ mind, knowing how much he wanted to get his two guests alone.

  “Go on, now. Git. You’re guests. Make yourselves to home. I’ll get these done, and me and Caesar will be out of your hair lickety-split.”

  Troy and Chris looked from Lucy to each other and finally back at James as if for approval. That’s when he winked at them and caught the two men blushing something fierce.

  He liked that he could do that to not just one young’un, but two. He liked how they both wore their emotions on their sleeves despite how hard they tried to hide them.

  James wondered if he was any better at hiding his feelings from them. He knew he didn’t get nearly as red in the face as the other two men, but he was sure his face flushed. He’d felt the heat in his face as well as the rest of his body from some simple little innuendo either Chris or Troy had said or some simple thing they’d done.

  “Well?” Lucy cocked a brow and planted her fist on a generous hip. “What are you chil’en waiting for? Get to stepping out of my kitchen.”

  “Yes, ma’am—Lucy,” Troy and Chris chorused and headed toward James already standing at the threshold waiting for them.

  He led the way out of the dining room to the stairs, the silence deafening as they all climbed.

  James didn’t know whether he should keep up appearances and make Chris and Troy comfortable in the guest bedroom or just let them stay in his room with him. Once Lucy and Caesar left for the evening, it would be just the three of them, after all. There would be no need to keep up appearances. The house and land belonged to him free and clear, making up his private domain where his rules applied. He had built the house miles away from his nearest neighbor for a reason—privacy. He’d never imagined that he’d have more reason for it than just to keep to himself and relax after being out on the trail. However, now he had the perfect reason, the best two reasons for his seclusion under his roof right now. They all stopped at the second landing, Chris and Troy waiting as if to hear his decision out loud, as if they knew how hard it remained for him to make a decision about their status.

  He knew what their status was in his heart. He wanted them, thought he was damn near close to loving them, about as close as he could be to loving any human being in so short a time.

  Wanting and loving the two men and taking them up on what they were offering him were two different things. Sure, he could tell himself he was entitled to have them anywhere and any way he could, but that line of thinking didn’t come anywhere near being realistic.

  James sniffed at the term.

  Realistically, Troy shouldn’t even exist. Which told James one thing—that the conventions that ruled polite, normal society didn’t apply here, to them. And the things he wanted to do to and with Troy and Chris couldn’t be considered polite in any circles.

  James’ critter got right antsy when he visualized the locked trunk at the foot of his bed and all the international trappings within. He thought he’d go mad if he didn’t get into his room, naked, with these two men as soon as possible and put at least some of his little contraptions to use with someone other than himself.

  Chris placed himself between James and Troy and took a hand of each larger man.

  Leave it to the little smart aleck to make the first move. And Chris considered James brave? There was nothing braver than taking the lead, taking the reins in a relationship. For sure, the risks Chris and Troy took just revealing themselves and trusting James with their secrets, feelings, and insecurities were a sight more than any danger he’d ever faced in a shootout. He’d go to his grave believing this, too.

  Dwarfed by James and Troy flanking him and seemingly unfazed by the differences in their heights, Chris led them to James’ bedroom, waited for him to open the door, then led them the rest of the way into the cozy insides.

  Troy closed the door behind them and arched his brow at James as if to say, “What are we going to do with this one?”

  James didn’t give either man a chance to change their minds or back out. He grabbed the front of Chris’ shirt and pulled him forward, taking the boy’s mouth in a hungry kiss that drew a groan from Chris’ throat as well as James’ own.

  Troy moved closer, sandwiching Chris between himself and James. He placed his hands on Chris’ slim hips and drew him back against his pelvis while James plunged his hands in Chris’ honey-blond mane.

  James panted now as Chris squirmed against him, moaning in earnest when James and Troy simultaneously ground their hips against him.

  Chris pulled back slightly to catch his breath, one hand on James’ waist in front of him and one hand on Troy’s waist in back of him. He acted as if being pressed between them wasn’t enough contact and he wanted more or had to ensure that they wouldn’t leave him.

  “Can you both take me now? Please.”

  James looked at Troy over the boy’s shoulder, smiling as he slid his hands down to lift the boy up into his arms. “You don’t even have to ask.” And, at this, he took several steps toward the large bed and tossed Chris onto the middle of it.

  He landed with a yelp of surprise but didn’t waste time stripping out of his clothes when James gave the command.

  James circled the bed, licking his lips as he watched Chris following his movements with innocent, wide blue eyes. His heart sped at the possessiveness he felt over this manchild. He wanted to take him and claim him and let the world know that Chris belonged to him—that they belonged to each other—but knew that they could never make their relationship public.

  Rather than dwell on what he couldn’t change, James decided to enjoy what he had for now. He turned the kerosene lamp on the bedside table up, wanting to see as much of these two men as he possibly could in the fading light.

  James moved his gaze to take in Troy standing on the opposite side of the bed from him, already as naked as Chris.

  Seemed James was the slowpoke in this scenario, but then he’d been too busy enjoying the view to worry about taking his own clothes off. Besides, he had other plans for how he would get naked.

  He moved closer to the bed, gaze locked on Chris like a predator locking on to prey. “I want you to undress me while Troy watches.” James looked at Troy, whose entire body seemed to blush at James’ words.

  “Just watch?” Troy murmured.

  “And touch yourself.” James looked on as Troy reached for his hard and still mushrooming cock, a pearl of liquid gathering at the slit. His mouth watered at the sight, at the idea of tasting Troy soon. He watched Troy pump his shaft and warned, “Slower. I don’t want you to do my work for me.”

  Troy grinned, eyes drifting closed as he dropped his head back onto his shoulders, face aimed at the ceiling.

  James dragged his glance from Troy’s chiseled features down his just-as-chiseled body until he reached the hand that grasped Troy’s shaft. He licked his lips again and barely noticed when Chris had gotten up onto his knees to unbutton his shirt.

  He decided to help the boy along and toed off his boots as quickly as he could. By the time Chris started working on his pants, he just pulled James’ britches over his hips and straight down his legs until James easily stepped out of them. He left them in a puddle on the floor as he approached Chris on the bed.

  Chris looked up at him with eyes that were at once questioning and all-knowing, a deadly combination to be sure. And the trust James saw in the young’un’s gaze struck him like an arrow buried deep in his chest as sure as one that had been fired from an Indian’s bow.

  He cupped Chris’ face with one hand. “I won’t hurt you.” He didn’t know why he said it except that he knew the boy needed to hear it.

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  James was glad Chris sounded so sure because he doubted his own capacity to be gentle, especially once they got into the midst of things. There remained something in the boy that brought out the primal in him as well as the protectiveness.

  “Please…”

  James glanced past Chris to see the intense concentration etched across Troy’s features. He had not opened his eyes, nor had he sped his strokes. As James had instructed him, he pumped his shaft slow and steady.

  He could see that Troy approached the end of his rope, though, ready to come. He wanted to take the man out of his misery, but Chris beat him to the punch when he looked over his shoulder at Troy then back at James and said, “Let me.”

  James didn’t have a chance to respond before the boy crawled across the bed on all fours and paused in front of Troy.

  As if sensing Chris’ proximity, Troy slowed his strokes even more and opened his eyes to see Chris’ head bowed over his crotch. He released his penis to plunge his hands in the boy’s hair and draw him closer.

  James took the opportunity to admire the inviting sight of Chris’ tight rear raised in the air as he went to work on Troy’s dick, enthusiastically licking and sucking. His own breathing kept pace with Troy’s rapid breaths until James couldn’t take it anymore.

  He retrieved his key from the bedside bureau and unlocked the trunk at the foot of the bed. His gaze automatically went to the black silk bandana. He imagined the cloth settling over Chris’ beautiful eyes, taking away that essential sense so that the boy would have to rely on him, Troy, and the rest of his own senses to navigate the coming scenario.

  “Don’t let him come yet,” James commanded, and almost instantly, Chris slowed his ministrations to Troy’s distress.

  James grinned at Troy’s groan of frustration. He reached for the wooden olisbos and the bottle of olive oil. He twisted off the cap and squirted and spread a liberal amount of the liquid on to his erect member and the replica phallus before approaching Troy from behind.

  The minute Troy tried to turn his head, James cupped it with both hands. “Face forward and feel.”

  “Please…let me come.”

  “I promise the wait will be worth your while.”

  Troy’s only response was a deep moan as Chris cupped and massaged his testicles.

  James slid one hand on to Troy’s shoulder and squeezed. “Relax, wolf.”

  Troy bit his bottom lip and nodded, and while Chris had him preoccupied, James slid the phallus into Troy’s rectum.

  Troy’s body immediately stiffened as he fisted Chris’ hair.

  He and Chris moaned in unison, a musical symphony that made James shudder in repressed excitement.

  He pushed the phallus in slowly, past the first and second ring of muscles before Troy began to pant, seemingly uncontrollably.

  James squeezed his shoulder again. “Relax and take deep breaths.”

  Troy nodded and did as instructed.

  James pushed the phallus in until all but the leather strap at the end disappeared inside Troy’s body.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Too good. Please…”

  “Soon.” James got onto the bed behind Chris and, trusting soul that the boy proved to be, he didn’t even glance back from what he was doing. James did, however, hear him gasp when he settled the bandana over Chris’ eyes and tied it snug behind his head. He folded his body over Chris’ and pressed the head of his cock against the boy’s back hole without sliding in. “I want you to belong to me, to us, tonight.”

  Chris nodded and continued to suck as Troy pumped inside his mouth.

  And that’s when James finally pushed inside Chris.

  The boy panted and groaned around the cock in his mouth before he picked up the pace once more and had Troy chomping at the bit to come again.

  “Not yet.” James rolled his hips and thrust inside Chris. He anchored himself, gripping one of Chris’ shoulders and sliding his free hand down to grasp the young’un’s sizable erection.

  James thumbed the pre-ejaculate from Chris’ slit and spread it around the head of the boy’s cock, slow and easy. He pressed his lips close to Chris’ ear and whispered, “You make Troy come, and I’ll make you come.”

  Chris mumbled around Troy’s cock, nodding as much as he could without losing his rhythm.

  James pulled back to change the angle of his entry as he pumped Chris’ cock.

  Chris sucked Troy’s dick and squeezed his balls, and James thrust inside Chris, hitting that familiar soft organ inside that guaranteed he would send the boy into orbit as well as himself.

  James didn’t know who came or screamed first. He didn’t care.

  All he knew were the stars spinning bright before his closed eyes as Chris flexed his inner muscles around his stalk and milked James until he thought he would die.

  Not until the room became silent and Chris relaxed did James open his eyes to see Chris licking Troy’s softening cock as he let it slip from his mouth.

  He slowly removed his own softening cock from Chris’ rectum and caught the boy’s wrist when he reached for the blindfold. “No. Not yet.”

  “I want to see you.”

  “I want you to feel me more.” He caressed the boy’s back, fingers tingling at the contact of his palm against the downy, smooth skin. He slid his hand from the boy’s shoulder to his buttocks and sharply slapped each cheek in rapid succession.

  Chris yelped right before James lifted him in his arms and laid him in the center of the bed on his back.

  James straddled the boy’s hips and leaned in to kiss his lips. He cupped and stroked Chris’ face as he pulled back. “You trust me, Chris?”

  “Yes, James.”

  No hesitation. Was that because he proved so young, or was it part of his nature?

  “Even after I hit you?” James watched the boy’s cheeks flush at the question, and he knew that Chris had liked the spanking whether he wanted to admit it or not. “Be honest. Don’t be afraid.”

  “I…” He frowned beneath the blindfold, plainly confused by his feelings. “I liked it,” he finally murmured.

  James cupped his face. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

  “I believe you.”

  Good. He needed Chris to believe and trust him and Troy because the next few moments could prove a mite difficult otherwise.

  At the thought, he looked at Troy standing beside the bed, still perched on a razor edge of stimulation with the olisbos rooted deep inside him.

  The young’un bore the combination of pleasure and pain well, taking to the alien penetration, the feeling of being stuffed, like a duck to water. James hoped he could take to what they were about to do as easily. Silently, James went back to his trunk where he retrieved a couple of lengths of sturdy rope, handing one over to Troy.

  “What’s happening?”

  It seemed as if Chris knew what James had planned, as if he knew what approached for him. Maybe his residual senses had gone into overload.

  Did he already regret the trust he had put in James? Did he remain afraid despite the bravado he’d so far shown with James and Troy?

  The last thought gave James pause more than anything else could have except remembering the innocent look of Chris’ wide blue eyes.

  He realized then he hadn’t just blindfolded the boy to mute his senses and make him dependent but to avoid having to see the boy’s trust die.

  “Nothing you don’t want to,” James assured Chris and silently directed Troy to bind the boy’s wrist to one of the head posts. James went to work tying the opposite wrist and felt the tension in the boy’s body as soon as he touched him, felt his internal struggle not to pull away.

  James bent his head to rain tender, barely-there kisses across Chris’ mouth, cheek, and chin. He went lower, circling each of Chris’ nipples with the tip of his tongue before he moved back up to his pulse-point to gently suck and lick until he felt the boy relax.


  “That’s it. We’re not going to let anything bad happen to you. We’re only going to bring you pleasure.”

  “You promise?”

  “My word.” James crossed his heart, even though Chris couldn’t see him. Troy could, though, and he felt the other man’s silver-gray gaze watching him like the predator he was. The hair on his arms stood up at the idea of Troy’s wolf being so near, close to the surface. James sat back on his heels, his growing cock brushing Chris’ already erect member. They shuddered at the same time, which only intensified the sensation of Troy’s sharp, questioning gaze on him.

  He didn’t look too sure about what they were about to do. However, this was okay because James intended to teach the boy and the wolf what it felt like to love freely in the manner they all wanted, the manner that made them all feel something besides guilt and shame.

  James considered giving them pleasure his main responsibility, making them not regret coming with him on this journey his other.

  Slowly, he got off the bed and circled it to stand behind Troy.

  This time, he didn’t turn his head, simply stared straight ahead as James hooked a finger through the ring of leather dangling from between Troy’s buttocks.

  “Take a deep breath.”

  Troy did as commanded, and James slowly slid the olisbos from his rectum.

  He leaned forward to kiss Troy’s nape, eliciting the expected tremor as he licked his way down and around before nipping the skin just under Troy’s chin.

  “I intend to replace this with something much better.” James set the fake phallus atop the bedside bureau beside a basin of fresh warm water and two wash cloths, silently thanking Lucy for her efficiency and thoughtfulness. He took one of the wash cloths, squeezed excess water from it, then took his very real, hardening, and lengthening penis in hand and washed it. Once done, he caressed the cheeks of Troy’s ass with the moistened tip and his free hand.

  “I want you to take Chris while I take you.” He squeezed Troy’s buttocks for emphasis. “Are you up for that?”

  Troy nodded unnecessarily. James could see his hard cock already rising to the occasion and smiled.