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It was about four blocks to the police station, and the three walked side by side, Lacey in the middle. She had no compunction about twining her hands around their arms, practically skipping like a little girl.

She said, “I’m so sorry Ben caused all this uproar, but I’m glad it’s going in a good direction now. I’d never want to be one of those high-maintenance girlfriends who come with all sorts of difficulties.”

Chase rubbed her arm with his free hand. “We
want
you to be high-maintenance, woman. Makes us feel like we’re getting a better reward if we have to work harder.”

“Oh,” Lacey mused. “So you’re just like a pack of dogs. If I wag my butt in your faces, you’ll come running.”

“Not really,” said Chase, “but it doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Listen,” said Devin, “we’re going back to Hardscrabble just as soon as we’re done with Castillo. You’re having a shitty Day After Valentine’s Day, and we need to make it up to you.”

Lacey stuck out her lower lip. She looked especially adorable when she was stubbornly petulant. “I’m not leaving until we’re done painting Positive Vibes. It’s my fault you even
need
to paint in the first place.”

Devin stopped walking. Taking Lacey by the shoulders, he turned her to face him. He had to bend at the knees to look her in the eye. “Miss Lacey. You don’t seem to understand. We’re here for
you
, to make
your
life easier. With the three of us supporting each other, three hearts beating as one, we can’t go wrong. You don’t need to be standing on a ladder inhaling paint fumes. You need to be riding your favorite horse.” Devin couldn’t prevent grinning. He could tell Lacey wasn’t taking well to the horseback riding aspect of ranch life, but it took time.

“Yeah, right. My favorite, all right. But we can’t just bail and leave Julie doing all the painting. Let’s at least work through tonight and go back to Hardscrabble tomorrow. Katrina can come that way.”

Devin gathered Lacey into his arms. She felt so warm, so right. He kissed the top of her head. “All right, missy. Tomorrow. We’ll finish showing you a cowboy Valentine’s Day tomorrow.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” Chase added. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere.”

Epilogue

 

“I’ll teach you to run around seducing other men!”

My, my, how things had changed. Months ago, it would’ve been Devin shoving the submissive Chase against the shipping counter in the back of Positive Vibrations. It would’ve been Devin reaching for the metal handcuffs and slapping them around his lover’s wrists, locking them together in the small of his back. Devin had to pretend to protest, of course. That was part of the game that they loved to play.

Things have changed since this rotten little brat brought Lacey into our lives.
He’s so full of himself, so uppity, so domineering.
Devin wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I wasn’t seducing him, you fuckwad!” Devin snarled. He struggled against his bonds, knowing the struggle was flexing his bare pectorals in an attractive manner. He probably could have easily won in a hand-to-hand fight with Chase—Devin had more mass, bulk, stamina—but lately, he’d been enjoying allowing Chase to dominate him. Devin liked switching.

Besides, he felt extra good today. He had a secret that Chase wasn’t even aware of.

“Oh
yeah
?” Chase snarled. He screwed a wood clamp bolted to the counter, capturing one of Devin’s chained wrists so he couldn’t make a mad dash for it even if he’d wanted to. “Then why’d you go to his office? Contributing to his re-election campaign?”

Devin jerked his arms, testing the clamp. Yup, he was clamped down for good, there. He wasn’t going anywhere. “
He
called
me!
And once he locked me into his office, he bribed me.”

“Oh,
bribed
, right.”

“Right! He said he’d make the Ben Pearson harassment go away if I just let him blow me.”

Devin knew that Chase understood what had happened was in no way Devin’s fault. He had innocently gone to the mayor’s office, not knowing what Alessi had wanted. He had earnestly considered the mayor’s proposal because it meant salvaging Chase’s business. Now that Positive Vibrations was thriving even healthier than before the Ben Pearson harassment, Devin had felt free to tell Chase the story. In a humorous manner, of course. And Chase had only laughed for a minute before shoving Devin back against the shipping counter.

Oh, holy mother.
Now Chase was unbuttoning Devin’s jeans. The heavy, etched pewter belt buckle dragged the waistband down, and it was simple for Chase to slide the pants and briefs down past Devin’s knees. Chase lifted a lip to show disdain for his partner. He was quite a good actor. His skill must come from his modeling days. “And you turned him down? Even though he promised to make all my troubles go away?”

Chase captured Devin’s naked, throbbing prick between Devin’s hipbone and Chase’s hard-on. Devin still squirmed pointlessly, knowing the ripple of his pecs and abs was riling Chase even higher. “Yes! I mean, I was shoving him away and didn’t get to actually, you know, kick his ass before you guys came barging into the office.”

Chase licked Devin’s chin. “But he had his face buried in your hot, steamy crotch.”

“Well…
he was forcing himself on me
, Chase!”

Chase jammed a stiff arm out and grabbed Devin’s shoulder. He held himself away from his lover and barked, “Sir!”

“Sir,” Devin agreed obediently.

He knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.

Striding to a drawer at the other end of the shipping and receiving room, Chase yanked open a drawer. Devin tensed, hoping Chase didn’t discover what he’d hidden in that drawer, but Chase quickly yanked out what looked like a leather snap-on cock ring. They liked to keep their favorites handy in the drawer for late-night use.

Devin spread his boots farther apart on the linoleum floor, steeling himself for being bound. Of course he was already hard as a dinner plate. It excited him when Chase was a bullying, impudent top. Chase sauntered back over, a dazzling stud in the cowboy boots he’d taken to wearing as of late. Lacey had quit Delight Hardware a month earlier to help Chase at Positive Vibrations, and all three of them spent most nights at Hardscrabble. In fact, Lacey’s horseback riding had improved so much it wasn’t a stretch to imagine her as Lady Godiva. The ranch life had been rubbing off on Chase, too, and he now also wore a heavy pewter belt buckle that depicted a bucking bronco.

Chase slapped the leather bracelet in his palm as his eyes drank in the nearly naked Devin. “Just an innocent bystander, eh? Innocently locked inside the mayor’s office when suddenly his face is in your crotch?”

“Just about!” spat Devin, genuinely beginning to foam at the mouth now. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Chase was jesting and when he was serious.

There was probably an element of each to their games, and now Chase lifted Devin’s pulsing cock and wrapped the leather around the base of it. Tight. In fact, he didn’t need to use that tight snap—he could’ve used the looser one. For good measure, Chase slapped the throbbing cock and yelled, “Shut up, slave! You think I’m going to listen to your lies? That mayor has been drooling for you for months, probably years now!”

Devin cast his eyes aside, remembering what the mayor said about Sam Brannan High School, the cheerleaders, and his ass. “He has
not
,” he said feebly.

Chase yanked on a D
ring attached to the cock collar. He clicked on a gate snap attached to a delicate chain, which he then snapped to the wood clamp. The tension of the chain kept Devin’s cock upright and pointing at the highest shelf of flavored condoms at the back of the room. Even worse, Chase now poured some tangy motion lotion into his palm. Devin knew this brand as being oilier and spicier than most.

Chase applied long, hearty strokes to Devin’s prick now as though operating a water pump. “I’m not stupid. He tried to hide behind the desk when we barged in, but he had a hard-on stiff enough to break a china cabinet.”

“It’s not my fault!” gasped Devin, already nearly on the verge of coming.

There had been no repercussions to the odd encounter with the mayor. Alessi grinned like a maniac every time they saw each other in the street or at a restaurant. Ben Pearson, with no help from the mayor, had been bailed out of county jail by his father but was facing a trial for burglary and vandalism, and the harshest charge of all—hate crimes for the slogans he’d made the boy spray paint on the wall.

“Can’t say I blame him,” Chase snarled, pausing in his pumping only long enough to slap Devin’s cock. It was a very fine line between pain and pleasure now. Chase’s spanking against the greasy cock resounded with cracks in the large room, and the heated tingling spread down Devin’s thighs and into his abdomen. “You are one smoking-hot cowboy. And I…am going to…ram my dick up your tight, sweet ass.”

Chase gave him a little break in order to unbuckle the enormous pewter ranch scene he wore on his belt. Chase used to make fun of those elaborately sculpted three-dimensional buckles, and now he was all about them.

Devin couldn’t reach out and fondle the long, fat cock that Chase unveiled. His mouth watered as he thrust his hips toward his lover. “Be gentle and slow.”

This seemed to surprise Chase. He paused with the bottle of oil in midair, a stream of fluorescent red lotion drizzling onto his cock. “You don’t like it hard? You sure like doing it hard to me.”

“I’m in a gentler mood,” Devin said honestly, hitching the boot of one foot onto a low shelf of the counter. “Sir. Please be gentle…Sir.”

Chase grinned one of those lopsided half-grins that meant he would comply, and he nudged his bulging cockhead between the cheeks of Devin’s ass.

They both jumped when the door that led to the store was shoved open so energetically it banged against the wall. Both men breathed sighs of relief that it was merely Lacey—their better half, as Chase called her. She was wearing a flouncy summer dress that flattered her voluptuous figure, and both men nearly became drooling imbeciles as she strode forward on her white high heeled sandals, tits bouncing in the froufrou bodice.

“Naughty boys!” she cried, and Devin could tell by the way she walked that she’d been wearing her butt plug like a good submissive. She stood by them, squirming as though nonexistent stockings were riding up on her. “Did you know that just anyone could walk in that door and see you?”

“Well,” said Chase pragmatically, “it
is
a sex toy store.” He seemed to get a fresh idea then, and backed away from Devin as though he wanted to watch.

Devin was more than happy when Lacey took ahold of his bound, oily cock, straddling it. The angle it was pinioned at was such that any slight pressure downward would be agonizing, but it was the correct angle for the canal of her beautiful pussy. Lacey swayed her hips, massaging the greasy cock between her naked thighs. She stroked Devin’s face with the back of her hand. Her face was refulgent, like a flower bloom. He hadn’t thought of her like Kate Winslet in a long time—she was Lacey Dvorak now, and she graced him with a bruising kiss.

“Oh, Devin,” she sighed, licking his lower lip. “Our first lovemaking was Valentine’s Day, and now it’s the Fourth of July. I’m more in love with you than ever. And Chase, too,” she added quickly, turning her head and grinning.

“That’s okay,” said Chase, his head tilted as he appreciated the view of Lacey’s backside. “I know you love me. Sink down on that big tool, missy.” He slapped her ass to encourage her.

Devin groaned like a cape buffalo stuck in a mud hole when Lacey sank down on his cock. He slid deep into her at the perfect angle. She threw back her head and moaned like some kind of exotic shorebird, her white throat exposed, and all Devin could do was strain forward and stick his tongue out to lick her throat.

 

* * * *

 

Having had the feeling that today Chase would finally claim her ass, Lacey had worn her butt plug all day long. Working next to Chase in the store, he’d known what she had on under her flowery dress. But Devin had been at Hardscrabble all day moving cattle and cutting hay, so he had no idea she wore the purple vibrating plug.

When she charged through the swinging door that led to the shipping room at the store, she was only there to tell Devin he was late for his gig at the Pit o’ Dummies down the street. The Surging Monkey Preps had a standing date there every Friday night. She had seen Devin’s truck drive around the corner to park in back of the store, but she was busy closing up. She certainly didn’t expect to find her boyfriend bound to the shipping counter—but then again, it wasn’t unusual, either.

And this was nice. Chase was even encouraging her to mount the bound man. By clutching Devin’s shoulders and standing on tiptoes, she was able to swivel her hips and work up a nice rhythm. She found that by fucking Devin, the butt plug also rotated around in there nicely, and she knew Chase was fascinated with it. He lifted her dress to her hips, easily moving aside the strip of thong panty to push the button that turned on the vibe. It was a nice, quiet vibe, and the feeling of being filled in both orifices quickly brought Lacey to the verge of orgasm.

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