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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rooster_Teeth/Achievement_Hunter_RPF
  Relationship:
      Gavin_Free/Ryan_Haywood, Gavin_Free/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Ryan_Haywood/Ray
      Narvaez_Jr., Gavin_Free/Ryan_Haywood/Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Michael_Jones/Geoff
      Ramsey, Gavin_Free/Michael_Jones, Burnie_Burns/Joel_Heyman, Joel_Heyman/
      Dan_Gruchy, Dan_Gruchy/Michael_Jones
  Character:
      Gavin_Free, Ryan_Haywood, Ray_Narvaez_Jr., Jack_Pattillo, Michael_Jones,
      Geoff_Ramsey, Burnie_Burns, Joel_Heyman, Matt_Hullum, Dan_Gruchy,
      Mentions_of_Chris
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Western, Master/Pet, teenage!Ray, master!Ryan,
      pet!Gavin, Underage_-_Freeform, Collars, Leashes, Drabble, master!Geoff,
      pet!Michael, showgirl!Michael, Underwear_Kink, Panty_Kink, Rimming, Lube,
      Fluff, Licking, Cute, Stripping, Dancing, homeless!Gavin, mentions_of
      abuse, Terrible_Pasts, Red_Dead_Redemption_era, Sheriff!Joel,
      mayor!Burnie, owner!Burnie, Husbands, husband_and_wife, Breeding_Kink,
      Alcohol, Lots_of_drinking, drunken!Dan, abusive!Dan, reverend!Matt,
      Religion, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Hitting, Slapping, Makeup, Wet
      Dream, teasing_Ray, drunk!Ray, Fingerfucking, Breasts, Ray_is_gonna_have
      tits_ok, Lactation_Kink, Marriage, Marriage_Proposal, underage_marriage
  Series:
      Part 3 of RT_Old_West_Drabbles
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-26 Updated: 2016-01-09 Chapters: 12/? Words: 104709
****** My Little Ray ******
by Chooboozle
Summary
     Ray is just a teenage boy trying to make it on his own after running
     away from home. He works the night watch for Jack Pattillo's shop.
     One night, things get a little exciting when he meets a lost visitor.
     Gavin is Ryan's beloved pet. They are mates who love each other to no
     ends. One night, however, Gavin and Ryan get into a little argument
     which causes Ryan to let Gavin out for a couple of hours while he
     cools down. Gavin is upset, however, and he runs away.
     If it weren't for Ray, however, Gavin would be probably dead meat.
      

     “He takes care of himself. He’s all alone...he took care of me,
     though. He’s a wonderful boy."
     And with every connection in the story, more are made.
Notes
     Lot's of pervy and underageness in here along with pregnancy/
     breeding/tits/lactation kink
     please be advised <3
     Got_a_suggestion_or_prompt_request_for_this_fic?_Click_here~
***** My Little Gavin (Gavin/Ryan I) *****
The soft pitter patter of rain was the only soothing sound that would keep Ray
calm during the night as he kept watch. It really wasn’t the fact that he had a
loaded rifle at his side - no, it was the sound of the rain. The little Lad
always liked the rain; his best memories were always on cloudy, rainy days and
he would reminisce until a high of nostalgia would sweep over him to leave a
faint smile against his lips. He really didn’t like this job as night watch
over the store owner’s shop; the fear and anxiety that came with the thought of
having an intruder come attack you coupled with the fact that Ray couldn’t
even carry a gun correctly much less actually shoot were the a couple of the
reasons why Ray never liked to keep watch. However, he was getting paid 2
dollars a night and that was the only reason why he actually took this job. The
store owner, Jack Pattillo, did not mind the fact that Ray barely knew how to
shoot. As long as he knew how to yell to get the dogs attention.
 
It was dead in the middle of the night; the looming moon seemed to dwell and
sing a sad little song as it began to peer out of the stormy, weeping clouds.
There was an unsettling hoot of an owl that began to break through and Ray
gulped, his heart beginning to thump harder and harder from the anxiety that
began to shoot through his veins.
 
“Who’s there?” he called out of sheer fear. “Get away! I have a gun.”
 
There was a scurry downstairs and the Hispanic Lad gasped, looking behind
himself. A tap, tap, tap against the floors of the downstairs began to echo
throughout the room. The Lad gulped, cocking his rifle before awkwardly
settling it under the fold of his armpit as he shakily began to walk down the
stairs.
 
It was dark and Ray couldn’t even see a foot in front of him. The only way he
kept himself from toppling down the stairs was the fact that he slowly guiding
himself down using his feet as little feelers. There was heavy breathing -
breathing that was not his own and Ray then absolutely knew there was something
in the room just a foot below his feet.
 
“Y’all better get out of here...I have a gun!”
 
“P-please! D-don’t shoot; I’m lost! I’ve lost m-my mate. My mate master…”
 
Ray yelped loudly in shock and tensed his hand to keep himself from pulling the
trigger. The voice was soft and fretful, but still very startling. It kept an
intense accent, one that was not of Texas at all. In fact, Ray was certain that
the voice did not even belong on American soil but more like English one.
 
“W-who are you?” Ray began to feel around the walls to look for the lantern
that perched against the frame of the door. He pulled a single match out of his
pocket and struck it against the the rough bricks that lined the walls. There
was a fearful gasp that came from the latter; it was as almost as if the flame
igniting against the brick, sending a rough whisp! sound in the air was very
foreign to the British Lad. He coward in the corner, without saying a word of
response to Ray. “Please,” Ray reassured, lighting the torch of the lantern
before waving the match out against the air. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
 
“I’m lost,” the Brit repeated. “I don’t know how to get home...M-my mate master
never leaves me alone. I didn’t know what to do…”
 
The words that the British Lad spoke were very confusing to Ray. He aimed the
lantern towards the voice in the corner to light the half of the room and
revealing who the voice’s possessor was. It was a small, skinny, man; possibly
a little bit older than Ray, not much though. His face was full of fear, his
hands trying to cover his naked body - yes naked - and he was shivering. Ray
couldn’t help but gasp in such shocking surprise when he saw the Brit. There
was a single strap of leather that rung around his neck.
 
“Lost?...How?” Ray asked, beginning to shift his weight to get closer to the
“pet”.
 
The Brit’s face was sad, his lip pouted out before stating, “I made him
upset...and he locked me outside. I ran away...but then got lost.”
 
Ray was confused, but empathetic. He set the lantern on the counter before
holding out his arms towards the shivering, naked Brit. Ray didn’t really
understand why the man in front of him was naked, the only accessory to his
name being a leather strap around his neck, but he didn’t ask. He could tell
the man was frightened, and that was enough to work with. “Come on,” Ray
encouraged. “I won’t hurt you....”
 
The Brit was older than Ray. The Hispanic Lad was only fifteen, but the pet
didn’t seem that much older. Possibly in his 20s or something. The situation,
itself, was just quite confusing, but Ray decided to try and drop it for now as
the British, naked, man grew closer into Ray’s grasp, finally allowing his hand
be held by the teenager.
 
                                       ~
 
Ray found out that the Brit’s name was Gavin; he also found out that he was, in
fact a pet, just like he said. So that explains the leather collar around his
neck. The news was quite shocking to the Hispanic Lad. He knew that there was
such a practice as owning a pet out here in Texas, but never before has he
actually seen a pet or even a master. It was all quite intriguing for Ray and
he positively bombarded the British pet with multiple questions until Gavin
drifted off to his, a little purring snore ringing through the air as he laid
his head in Ray’s lap with a blanket tucked over him. Ray just sat there,
diddling his fingers through the thin, wispy hair of the pet until the peak of
dawn began to shine through the horizon. The infamous rooster crowed a mighty
song to signal the awaken of the sun - the dawning of a brand new day.
 
The rain had stopped, the clouds beginning to clear away to reveal the sunrise
painted sky. It was dazzling and Ray smiled weakly, blinking back his sleepy
eyes.
 
The Hispanic Lad slowly began to nod off and no matter how much he tried, he
couldn’t stop himself from slowly beginning to close his eyes or the yawning
that would barely cease minute after minute. Ray just settled his fingers into
the warmth of the Brit’s skin that was protected by the blanket. The feeling
was just soothing and positively inviting for Ray to just close his eyes and
settle himself into comforting, soothing sleep, but it was all interrupted by
pounding footsteps that frantically marched up the stairs.
 
“Ray!” called out a familiar voice - that of which belonged to Jack. The
teenage Lad held the Brit in his lap tighter, knowing that the booming noises
of his boss would wake up the little British pet, and it did. Gavin awoke with
bright, curious eyes and looked towards the door to see a man standing with a
rifle in his hand.
 
“Jack! G-good morning, sir!” Ray frantically pressed Gavin’s body against his,
almost as if try to protect the pet against a fury of bullets.
 
Jack’s face wasn’t smiling, but yet it wasn’t full of rage either. “I came up
here because usually you’re downstairs,” Jack pointed a finger towards the
blanket of which was around Gavin. “What’s that you have there?”
 
Ray hesitated before speaking, honestly not having the slightest clue how to
answer his boss. “Sir, he--” there was a sigh. “He came in last night saying he
was someone’s pet.”
 
“A pet?” Jack asked, beginning to walk towards the too, his eyebrows raised in
interest. “What is someone’s pet doing all alone? There barely are any
pets here in Roosterteeth besides Geoff’s little boy, Michael. Where did he
come from?”
 
“I don’t know, sir. He doesn’t know either. His master locked him outside after
a heated argument and then he just sort of...ran away,” the teenager explained,
gently combing his fingers throughout Gavin’s hair.
Gavin was shivering under Ray’s touch; he was frightened and obviously just
really confused and fearful. He didn’t respond to Jack, but instead retreated
more into Ray’s touch, wrapping the blanket around him tighter.
 
“I’m sorry, sir. I just didn’t know what to do except take him in.”
 
Jack made a little tsking noise of empathy. “That’s a shame. He must be so
scared. Is that all? There were no robbers to deal with; only him?”
 
“Yes’sir,” Ray answered.
 
Jack shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I really don’t know what to say. I mean all
we can do is just put a word to the sheriff and say that we have a lost pet and
hopefully the master will hear around. Other than that, I really don’t have a
clue what to do with him. Perhaps you should just take him home.”
 
Ray probably grew more excited about the situation than he should have. The
thought of actually having a pet even for the moment - just something to take
care of was exciting Ray to the point of where he was actually grinning.
 
“Would that be okay with you, Gavin?” Ray asked softly, running his fingers
into the thin, lush whips of the Brit. The pet didn’t really respond except by
hugging Ray tightly, wrapping his arms around the Hispanic’s neck. The notion
just seemed very small, but it made the teenager a smile. Just the thought of
having something and having the ability to be able to take care of it brought
joy to Ray as he began to sit up, wrapping the blanket fully over Gavin and
beginning to lead him home. It wasn’t far from the store that Jack owned,
thankfully.
 
                                       ~
 
Ray also learned that Gavin was pretty talkative. Whenever Ray would ask a
question, Gavin would answer it and then some, and it was absolutely enticing
the teenager with that beautiful accent of his. Gavin would always end up
talking about his master and saying such nice things about him.
 
“He’s just so handsome and charming. I met him when I was just dawdling  out in
the desert, a single minute away from starvation or dehydration. I was out
there because I lost everything and just fell into a complete and hopeless
wreck."
 
"Wait and so...he made you his pet?" Ray began to search through his trunk for
some spare clothes for Gavin to wear. Although Gavin did seem older and Ray was
just fifteen, himself, he was concerned that the clothes would not be able to
fit the pet, but nevertheless, he still tried.
 
The teenager has never dealt with a pet before - actually he’s never
evenseen one until now. He has absolutely nothing against it, but Ray has
absolutely no idea of how to actually...take care of the Brit. Ray was only a
teenager, himself, and after his parents kicking him out, Ray has only been
around living in a small shack. With such limited knowledge of how to care for
a pet, Ray just assumed it was just like caring for himself. It shouldn’t
be that difficult, he supposed.
 
"Yeah. I didn't mind. He said he was willing to take care of me. Why would I
pass that up? He's nice...and I love him," there was a nice, little smile that
was crossing his face when Gavin finally answered the statement.
 
With a small exhale, Ray gathered the shirt and pants from his trunk and sat
up. "Here, you can wear these."
 
He noticed Gavin’s smile faded and the pet actually began to shrink backwards.
"No," he said. "No, I can't wear clothes. I'm not allowed." He continued to
back away on the bed until his back was against the wall as the teenager
continued to approach the bed.
 
"Wait, what? You can't wear clothes?" Ray set the shirt and pants on the edge
of the bed, looking at the distressed Brit. Gavin shook his head, pursing his
lips together.
 
"He says he likes it better if I don't have clothes."
 
"What if you get cold?" Ray frowned, his concern for the Brit beginning to
grow.
 
"Whenever I get cold, we just lay in bed together and he hugs me." There was
another smile that the Brit made - it was warm. Ray froze slightly at what
Gavin had said.
 
"T-that is really...nice..." the Hispanic began to create a picture as he
imagined the two. The charming, handsome, master - possibly lean and muscular
and just absolutely gorgeous - snuggling up against the shivering Gavin,
pulling his close and possibly planting little, loving kisses on the Brit’s
face and body. The teenager blushed slightly at such a thought, warmth
beginning to wash over him. "I'm sure you're missing him."
 
"Oh, you don't even know..." the Brit snuggled up against the blanket as he
pulled it over his body. "And I just love him so much...I hope he loves me too.
I made him upset...and I've never made him so upset before...I didn't know how
to react because he's never actually put me out before."
 
"And so you just...ran away? Into the night and you don't even know your way
around?"
 
"I know..it was a stupid decision. I'm so scared I'm never going to see him
again," Gavin pouted and Ray swore he was going to begin crying.
 
"Gavin, I'm sure he will be here to get you soon. Joel’s a nice sheriff and he
will make sure your mate master will know you're here," Ray sat up from the bed
to go into the bathroom until he heard a small whine coming from the Brit.
 
"No, please don't leave. I don't want to be alone." The pet began to grab at
Ray’s arm, trying to pull the Hispanic back down. With a small gasp, Ray
subconsciously snatched his hand back, looking at Gavin in surprise. He really
wasn’t expecting the Brit to grab at him like that.
 
“I-I wasn’t going to leave. I was just getting up…” the teenager said softly.
 
Gavin had this wild, almost desperate look in his eyes. He pulled Ray’s hand
down once again, a little whimper leaving his throat. Ray began to sit down on
the bed, allowing the Brit to wrap his arms around the waist of the Hispanic.
 
“I’m sorry, I’m just…so worried…” he said.
 
“I-I understand…” the teenager tried to say in sheer empathy as he leaned into
the touch that Gavin was giving him. It was nice...albeit a little unsettling.
 
                                       ~
 
He continued to pace, his heart in essence beating erratically from the
anticipation. His little pet, his little Gavin lost and nowhere to be found. He
found out when he opened the door to apologize to his pet after a little over
an hour. Once he opened the door, there was no Gavin to be seen. He even went
outside to look around and basically screamed Gavin’s name for hours on end.
 
But his little pet never came. And now it’s been the second day.
 
The man just began to roam towards the nearest towns, hoping and praying that
someone there spotted his little Gavin. Although the pet made him angry at
times, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t do in order to get his
little, beloved Gavin back.
 
He began to go West towards a small little village. It was about an hour’s
travel, even on horse. He was hoping that Gavin possibly stumbled there because
it was the closest sort of civilization that was around. After the stop at the
village, however, the master was put up with the words that he was hoping to
not here. Gavin wasn’t there and no one had saw a missing pet roaming around.
 
It was times like this when the master regret never allowing clothes to be put
on his pet. Gavin was an indoor pet and barely ever left the house unless the
master would just like to sit outside or walk around for a bit and play with
the horses. Now, Gavin was far gone and without an article of clothing to his
name. He could be shivering cold with no one to hold him or warm him. The
master cursed himself.
 
He continued to trot towards the nearest town that was Roosterteeth. It was a
much bigger town compared to that of the previous small village, and so he was
down solely on his knees praying that someone there had found his little Gavin.
As he began to saw the town come up in the distance past the mountain, he saw a
running figure.
 
“You! Hey, you!” the master shouted towards the figure which turned out to be a
man on a horse. The man looked over in the master’s direction and began to come
closer.
 
“Yes, sir?” he called. “What do you need?”
 
“I’m looking for me pet! I’ve lost him the night before last and I’m awfully
worried about him.”
 
“A pet?” there was a smile that crossed the man’s face. “A small teenage boy
named Ray found a pet just a couple nights ago. They’re in Roosterteeth. I’m
Joel Heyman, by the way. I am the town’s sheriff.”
 
There was a strike of just pure happiness that washed over the master and he
smiled with glee. “He’s found my pet? His name is Gavin.”
 
“I’m sure it’s him. Ray explained that he has a very thick accent whenever he
speaks.”
 
“That’s him,” the master was brightly grinning now. He thanked the sheriff
before immediately kicking his horse, Edgar, into a full speed run towards the
town.
 
                                       ~
 
Ray laid in the bed, his arm over Gavin in a deep sleep. The teenager was so
frightened to leave Gavin alone in the shack overnight as he did his duty for
Jack to be nightwatch, but Gavin insisted that he would be good and stay. And
he was; the pet just slept soundly through the night as the teenager was off to
do his job. When the sunlight began to break over the horizon, Ray came in,
yawning, and more exhausted as ever due to the fact that he hasn’t slept in
over a day. In his hand when he came in, Ray held up some apples and bottle of
spice whiskey.
 
“Where did you get that?” Gavin promptly looked at the bottle with complete
awe.
 
“Geoff said I’d earn it for taking care of you after I found you,” Ray smiled.
“I’ve never drank before...do you?”
 
“Master only let’s me whenever I’ve been good and he’s drinking, himself. It
isn’t that often.”
 
“Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I gave you some. Plus you must be really
hungry and thirsty by now.”
 
Between the both of them, half of the bottle was already gone and Ray laid over
Gavin in a heap, completely numb and passed out from the dizziness that he was
experiencing. The pet only yawned happily, enjoying the warmth of the teenager
laying against and over him. The natural warmth that the teenager emitted
seemed to increase tenfold because of the alcohol. It just all in all felt lazy
and just a little loopy...and Gavin loved it. He was smiling and giggling and
the pet nearly shook Ray awake who just groaned and shook his head in
disagreement. Gavin only giggled, wrapping his arms around the small Lad beside
him and just smiling.
 
“I really like you, Ray,” he said. “I’m so happy you found me. I would’ve been
lost forever if it weren’t for you.”
 
Ray groaned, but nodded. He was thankful too, and he would be even more so if
he didn’t felt so light headed and sick. He leaned his head against the smiling
Gavin Gavin and closed his sore eyes once again falling almost immediately into
sleep. Gavin sighed softly with a smile, inhaling the scent of the Lad with a
deep breath, his hands beginning to fiddle around.
 
Ray.
 
The two laid there, Gavin just completely satisfied and bubbly, until there was
a knock at the door to interrupt.
 
Ray whined as the loud noises of the knocks woke him, but he began to slither
out of the bed and groggily began to try and wobble towards the door. As soon
as he opened it, he looked at a built stranger who wore all black. His face was
quite handsome with its chiseled features along with the dazzling, almost
sparkling blue eyes that seemed to glitter Ray back into focus. There were
dirty blond locks of hair that peeked out of the hate that the stranger wore.
All in all, the man just looked positively impressive.
 
“A-are you Ray?” the stranger asked. Before Ray could even register the
question that just had been spoken to him, there was a heavy gasp of shock that
came from Gavin.
 
“Master!” he shouted happily as he bounced towards the door. Ray stumbled from
out of the doorway to allow the pet to greet his master with happy, warm kisses
on the man’s cheek. Suddenly, everything began to grow clear. Gavin’s master
was here! He was found! There was a small, dopey smile that crossed the
teenager’s face at the reality.
 
“Gavin,” the man simply stated, wrapping strong arms around the little, bouncy
pet. “Aw, you’re drunk, aren’t you? I can practically smell the liquor on your
lips.” There was no anger or disappointment in the tone of the man as the
stranger immediately pulled Gavin in for a deep kiss.
 
And that is when everything seemed to grow completely fuzzy. Oh, Ray couldn’t
help but think.
 
Gavin hummed gratefully in the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around the neck
of his master. He pressed his body against the man tightly as if to never want
to let go ever again. Ray just couldn’t help but stare at the two not knowing
what to feel except just happiness. Gavin was found and his master wasn’t
upset.
 
“Gavin,” the stranger stated again when they both pulled apart. “I’m sorry for
pushing you away...I didn’t know you would run away from me,” there was a sad
tone that the stranger began to make. His voice was deep and low, and it
frighteningly began to rock notes into Ray’s heart at just how lush it was. The
British pet just smiled, desperately clinging onto the man and smiling.
 
“No, no, no,” he disagreed. “I was foolish. I made you angry...I’ll never do it
again, I promise.” There were drops of tears beginning to stream down the pet’s
face in what appeared to be tears of just blatant joy. “I’m so happy Ray found
me, though. If it weren’t for him, I would have been lost forever…”
 
The stranger smiled and finally let go of his pet to properly thank Ray,
however, as soon as their eyes met, Ray found himself beginning to shrink away
from the man - inwardly at least.
 
“I truly thank you, young man,” the stranger said. “Ray is your name?”
 
“Y-yes, sir,” the teenager almost  found himself to be at a level that only
eleven or twelve year olds would stand. Just sit there in silence as a strong,
impressive looking adult talks to you and only respond with a “yes, sir” or a
“no, sir”.
 
“I am forever grateful to you,” the man continued. “My name is Ryan Haywood. If
you ever need anything...just ask for me. I live just a couple of miles from
here out East.”
 
“I-I-I--” Ray exhaled, trying to get his swirling thoughts together. “I do
appreciate that, sir, but I don’t have anyway of getting there. I don’t have a
horse.”
 
There was a look of concern that began to take form on Ryan’s face. “You live
here...alone?”
 
“He takes care of himself. He’s all alone...he took care of me, though. He’s a
wonderful boy,” Gavin smiled, continuing to rest his weight against his
master’s.
 
Ray only shrugged and gave a small smile to the stranger. “A-appears so, huh?
I’ll be fine. I-if I do ever need you, I’ll find some way to get to you.”
 
Ryan frowned, beginning to move closer to Ray. “Well,” he began, “I suppose
so…” The stranger began to take a hand and place it on the cheek of the
teenager. Ray inhaled sharply in surprise, but allowed the man to stroke his
cheek. It was considered rude if you were snatch away from an adult.
 
There was a soft chuckle that Ryan made before clicking his tongue. “I thank
you again,” he said. “Little Ray.”
 
                                       ~
 
“My little Gavin,” Ryan growled, pressing his lips harshly against the pet’s.
Gavin moaned happily against the warm, soft skin skin of his master's lips.
There was a light rough rubbing against his chin from Ryan’s facial hair and
stubble, but the pet didn't mind. He absolutely loved it. Just the warm,
embracing feel of his master's arms around him - protecting him was just enough
to make the Brit the happiest man in the world.
 
When they parted, Gavin gasped as Ryan began to snatch on his collar. He gagged
just slightly and whined when he felt the leather strap tighten lightly. "S-
sir..." he called softly.
 
"Hush now, my pet. I've decided to take some minor precautions...just so you
won't scamper off again," Ryan explained, beginning to take off the leather
strap. Gavin whined slightly, almost feeling the tingling sensation of chill of
the air beginning to rub against the sensitive area of which his skin was once
covered. Before he could even really react and say a word, there was another
strap beginning to ring around his neck. The feel was different - it was cold
from how new the strap was, but also, it was soft.
 
"Sir, I won't ever leave again, sir. I am a good pup, I won't ever leave my
master ever again - never make him angry again..."
 
"Hush, my love," Ryan soothed, finally tightening the strap until it was fit
the British pet perfectly. There was a sharp tug against the neck of the pet
and Gavin all but yelped in surprise. "There we are..." Ryan hummed happily,
revealing a leash that was attached to the collar.
 
"I-I love it, Master," Gavin lied slightly. There was a little frown that
crossed his face of disappointment. He felt that he had been bad and he had
felt that he had angered Ryan enough to earn such a thing as a leash.
 
"Oh, Gavin, you'll get use to it. I am not angry at you...This is just a
precaution. I don't want you to leave my side again. You're too precious to me
for me to ever lose you again," Ryan pressed his lips against Gavin's in a
deep, loving kiss. He lightly tugged at the leash, which caused Gavin to yip.
Ryan practically chuckled into the kiss, resting his hand on the waist of the
pet and snatching the leash until it was pulled tight.
 
Gavin pulled away in surprise, gasping slightly. Although not In pain, the
sudden tugs of the leash were very surprising, but the pet did not take that
negatively,  however. In fact, the thought of always being by his master's
side,  him tugging playfully and suggestively at the leash was rather exciting.
 
There was a pleased growl that the Gent emitted as he pulled Gavin into another
kiss, tugging harshly at the leash until it nearly strained against the collar.
Gavin whined, feeling the excitement that begin to rumble under the skin of his
master. When they finally parted, Ryan was giving a very menacing, suggestive
smile.
 
"Perhaps I need to keep you on a leash more often. Then you wouldn't wander off
and find cute, little boys to mess with. What did you think of him, huh? That
little Ray..."
 
Gavin shuddered, knowing the familiar tone that began to fill his ears. He
whined, the leash pulling on his collar tightly and pushing his body almost
impossibly close to Ryan.
 
"He was gorgeous, sir..."
 
"Isn't he, though? Little boys like that make my pet all excited, huh? Your
drunken face almost  spewing with awestruck romance for that little boy."
 
"I'm sorry, sir..." Gavin began to whine, pressing his groin into the leg of
his master; Ryan’s dirty, seductive tone always got got the got the better of
the pet, basically sending Gavin into a horny, desperate whore.
 
"Oh, Gavin," The  master growled. "I would be ashamed if you didn't think that
he was gorgeous. He would be a good playmate for for my horny pet to bury his
cock in, huh?"
 
"Yes, sir..." Gavin whined in absolute hope.
 
“Good…” the master growled happily. “My little pet is all excited now, yeah?”
 
“Yes, bloody hell, yes…”
 
Ryan took strong hands and began to hum slightly as he pressed them hard
against the waist of his pet. “Bedroom…” he commanded. Gavin nodded eagerly and
began to allow his mate to lead him towards the bedroom. Although missing for
almost two days, it was nice to know that Gavin could come home and always get
what he wanted.
 
When the two finally came into the small room of which held their bed, Gavin
was already pushed onto the mattress, the strong cowboy immediately rearing up
behind him and practically mounting him already.
 
“Oh, Gavin, I was so worried about you,” Ryan emphasized, beginning to rub at
the pet’s nipples softly. Gavin gasped, finding himself melting into the sheets
as he felt the little messages of the fingers against his sensitive nips.
Already, the pet was beginning to grow harder and harder, an absolute
burning ache beginning to play with him as his master began to grind against
the cleft of his ass.
 
“S-sir,” Gavin whined, tilting his head so that his little pleas could be heard
clearly. “I-I want…” Gavin cut off his statement with a moan as Ryan took one
hand from the pet’s nips to just begin to cradle his package and undercarriage
beneath him. Gavin whined, longingly pushing his rear back into his master’s
groin. There was a silent praise for himself as he felt the hardness of Ryan
beginning to poke at his ass.
 
“My little Gavin, are you wanting me?” Ryan teased with that lush tone of his
when in reality he knew how much Gavin really wanted him. His lover, his pet,
his mate.
 
“Yes’sir, so much!” Gavin nearly yelped. “I want my master’s cock so badly…”
 
Ryan hummed in satisfaction, massaging Gavin’s balls softly; he ran his fingers
over the weeping head of the Brit, and promptly teased them in every way
possible just to hear those beautiful little yips and mewls that his pet would
produce.
 
“P-please, sir,” Gavin begged, beginning to pant. His cock was killing him,
being pressed firmly at the base of his stomach and eagerly squeezing drops of
precum every second or so.
 
Finally, Ryan took his hands and began to place Gavin onto his back to where
they were facing each other. Gavin’s eyes held the whole definition of want and
lust. They were begging and pleading; the pet thirstily  licking his lips in
pure thirst.
 
“What do you dream about, Gavin?” Ryan hummed, beginning to take off his belt
and trousers, sinking them low until he kicked them off sloppily. The pet made
a face of puzzlement, raising an eyebrow at the question.
 
“What do you mean, sir?”
 
“I mean…” there was a devious chuckle that left Ryan’s lips. “Did you fantasize
about him? I know you Gavin…” the master began to lean down, licking the bud on
the Brit’s chest and earning a sharp moan from the pet. “I know you well,” a
small kiss before proceeding to lick.
 
“M-my God…” Gavin gasped, beginning to buck up into his master; the warmth and
wetness of the massaging muscle against his nips were just the absolute most
wonderful torture to ever experience.
 
“I wanted to…”
 
“Yes, Gavin?” Ryan chuckled, beginning to slide down before pressing teasing
kisses against the pet’s groin. “Tell your master what you wanted to do to that
little boy…”
 
“H-he was so cute, I-I…” Gavin gasped as he felt Ryan beginning to lick up his
hardness, leaving a wonderful trail of teasing saliva that began to seep down
in thick beads. “Oh, God!”
 
“I want to hear, Gavin...What did you want to do to him?”
 
“I wanted to kiss him…” Gavin began, whimpering lightly when he felt Ryan’s
mouth beginning to sink down. “Wanted to kiss him and his cute, little lips.”
 
Ryan didn’t say a word except for a slight hum of content. Gavin knew that Ryan
wanted him to continue - it was just filthy to even think about, but goodness
it was making the pet hard. And he was hoping it was also pleasing Ryan; he
would hate to disappoint his master with his words. He would hate not being
able to please his master to receive what he wantedso badly.
 
“His face was just so gorgeous, I could barely stand to look at him because I
thought that he would see me blushing…” Gavin continued, cursing softly after
he finished his sentence when Ryan sank down completely - fully, his hands
massaging the pet’s sack which send sparks whizzing up the pet’s spine. With
another moan, Gavin felt a thick bead of precum seep out of his cock just for
it to be lapped up by his master - oh, the thought alone. “M-master,” he called
softly, his hands beginning to claw at the blanket and mattress that were under
them.
 
Ryan slid off of the pet’s cock with a small pop, his smile utterly blown with
lust. “Continue, Gavin...What did you want to do to him as he slept?”
 
“I-I,” Gavin gasped again when he felt the heated lips of his master beginning
to kiss up and down his cock. “H-he was on top of me...and he was so warm. I
would lightly slide my hand down his body to f-feel…”
 
“Oh, what a dirty, little pet you are,” Ryan chuckled. “My dirty
boy...continue…Did he ever react to it?”
 
“He was passed out drunk,” Gavin answered shakily, whining as he felt his
climax beginning to approach. Ryan’s hands professionally squeezed and rubbed
just right, the soft, smooth lips on his cock feeling so amazing. “He’s, he’s
just so cute, master…”
 
“Mmmm, from what I can see, he is,” Ryan answered, beginning to sit up from the
pet. Gavin groaned in what seemed like agony at the loss of the soft sensation
of warm lips against his cock. “Don’t fret, my dear,” Ryan chuckled. “You’ll
soon have him…”
 
“I want you, master,” Gavin whimpered softly, his limbs flailing and twitching
as Ryan began to spread his legs wide. Gavin’s cock bounced at the motion,
leaking a sparkling bead of precum as the master began to dip his head down,
chuckling at the pet’s words.
 
“Soon, my dear…” he promised lightly, his face dipping down to where his tongue
eagerly poked out in between the pet’s cheeks. Gavin moaned softly as he felt
the tugging of his cheeks being spread apart by the strong man. “I want to hear
your filthy stories about that little boy...Tell me more, Gavin...It gets me
all excited.”
 
Gavin clenched his eyes shut as he felt the slickness of Ryan’s tongue
beginning lick all around. The Brit was completely gasping, his fingers
desperately gripping onto the blankets and instead of words, there was
just moans leaving his pale lips, praising the master that was licking him
open. Again and again, he would call Ryan’s name, biting his lip in aching need
just to be touched.
 
The master planted a little kiss on the rim of his pet before speaking softly,
“I’m waiting to hear, Gavin…”
 
“I wanted to shag him, sir,” Gavin whimpered pathetically out. “I wanted to
hear his little noises...During the night, I dreamt about shagging him -
oh,God, yes, right there…” Gavin gulped back his sentence as he tried to remain
focused on telling Ryan what he wanted to hear but it was just sohard. Ryan’s
talented tongue lapping and licking at Gavin’s hole, sinking in just right to
lick his little pet open. The master actually released a soft moan, himself, at
the amazing taste of his pet.
 
Gavin whimpered before continuing, “I dreamt that he would call my name as I
played with him. He would whine and curse and just beg for me to touch him
more...more until I would finally - oh.”
 
Ryan smiled as he licked deeply for one last time, pressing his tongue against
the puckered muscle of Gavin’s rim. He moaned deeply as he felt his
pet squirming and admitting his filthy thoughts of the little Lad that took him
in.
 
“My little dirty, filthy Gavin. You’re just a naughty pet aren’t you? Lusting
after little boys…” Ryan began to groan as he began to take off his pants that
were practically suffocating his hard cock. It sprang out, standing tall and
proud once the master was finally able to kick his pants off, immediately
growling and pressing his cock against the cleft of the pet.
 
Gavin squealed in excitement, biting his lip to begin grinding back against the
stronger man. “Master,” he whimpered softly. “I-I’m so ready for you, Master.
All this talk of Ray has made me so…”
 
“Needy,” Ryan chuckled as he finished his pet’s sentence. “My pet,” he praised,
beginning to grab the leather leash and pull it slightly. The pet moaned
beginning to subconsciously pull back against the collar, enjoying the little
pressure against his neck. Ryan humming in satisfaction as he began to press
the thick tip of his cock inside of the Brit.
 
The pet immediately moaned at the sudden stretch, and began to gasp in
desperation for more. He was whimpering almost incoherently a Ryan began to
press in harder and harder, the burning stretch of his cock beginning to rile
his pet all up. “Oh, my little Gavin,” he repeated. “My tight, little pet.”
 
“S-sir,” Gavin whimpered, screwing his eyes shut and shamelessly releasing a
choke when he felt his master bottom out inside of him. Ryan was
absolutely thick and long and it showed through after Gavin and Ryan not having
sex for about a week now. This was the burning, aching, pleasure that Gavin’s
been wanting so badly now.
 
The master began to move, his strong hands gripping at his boy’s waist,
completely neglecting the leash altogether. He moaned, tilting his head back as
he felt the squeezing muscles of Gavin’s rim beginning to tighten around his
cock. “Oh, Gavin…”
 
The pet moaned, wrapping his hand around his aching, neglected cock, his pumped
beginning to match the speeding rhythms of his master. He closed his eyes, his
mouth hanging open as the major curve of Ryan’s cock began to hit his prostate
at an almost frightening pace. Each thrust, the bundle of nerves was forcefully
being teased; with each thrust, the pet was moaning.
 
“Oh, Gavin. Do you wish to fuck that little boy like this?”
 
There was a shameful moan that Gavin released, as he bit his lips harshly. His
hand began to squeeze slightly around his cock, his thoughts tracing back to
that of the fifteen year old Lad. That wonderful, cute Lad.
 
“Y-yes, oh, yes,” Gavin answered, his mouth hanging open as his thoughts began
to grow clouded with the image of Ray. The thick, long cock inside of him
felt just so amazing, Gavin began to wish he could fuck Ray just how good and
hard his master fucks him. “I want to; I want to.”
 
“My little desperate pet. How much do you want it?” The master slammed himself
inside of the Brit, causing the pet to all but scream out in orgasmic pleasure;
his climax hit him so hard, it actually took Gavin a couple of seconds to
even register the fact that he just had an orgasm. With a shattering moan,
Gavin was pumping his hand frantically, his hips bucking up as creamy, thick
fluids of semen began to coat his fingers.
 
“So badly,” Gavin brokenly whispered in a begging sense. He was shaking. Ryan
moaned softly at the sight of his boy, his thrusts continuing; his fingers
began to grip harshly on Gavin’s waist, massaging bruises into the pale skin of
the Brit. The orgasm of his pet sent immediate warmth throughout Gavin’s body
and the surge made Gavin’s hole emanate with heat. That plus the tightness of
the Lad’s rim perfectly clenching and squeezing made Ryan groan as he finally
hit his peak.
 
He held his position in the pet for a while before groaning out something along
the lines of “Dear Jesus” before completely laying over the pet in a post
orgasmic mess. The two just laid there, gasping lightly until finally Ryan
tilted the cheek of his pet and pulled Gavin in for a sloppy, heated kiss.
 
“My little Gavin; I’ll get you want you want. He will be ours.”
 
Gavin only smiled.
 
 
 
 
***** My Messy Little Micoo (Michael/Gavin I) *****
Chapter Summary
     Ray's interest for pets has not died; in fact, he visits Geoff during
     the night to have a little talk about them.
     Ryan heads into Roosterteeh to talk to Geoff Master to Master. Ryan
     is a little scared, however, as he knows that Michael is Geoff's pet.
     Gavin has talked about Michael for quite a while now, but who cam
     blame him? They were practically married!
      

     "Oh, Michael, isn't he the cutest being you've ever seen?"
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There was a blaring horn that rang through the skull of the little teenager as
little rattles of the shaking wood of his shack began to rustle him awake. With
a small, annoyed whine, he quickly tried to cover up his head with his blanket,
as if the fabric would shield time, itself, so that he may sleep more before he
had to go to his night shift job at Jack's store. With a little, sleepy yawns
of awakenment, plus the the reassuring, coaxing thoughts that the teenager gave
himself, Ray finally decided to hop up out of his bed and began to rummage
through his chest to find some suitable clothes that would don him for the
night.
 
It has been a while since Ray has washed any of his clothes, but it was due to
the fact that Ray would never properly find any soap or detergent that would
actually help in the cleansing of his clothes and so, washing was seldom. Jack,
being the nice man that he is, actually offers Ray to wash his clothes for him
because he absolutely hates to see a teenager - a typical child wear dirty
clothes because that is the only option that they have.
 
Jack actually tried to take Ray in when he saw the Lad walking around,
completely lost and aimless of where to go or what to do next. Ray was a
runaway, however, he calls himself an escapee from his horrendous, abusive
father. Jack insisted he take the Lad in, but Ray continued to say no. The
rebellious, spunky Lad felt that he would be able to live on his own without
the help of anyone else. He demanded to try and better himself than to rely on
dependence of others. It was his father's hatred that made him into the Lad he
is today. He does preferably care for anyone who treats him like the little
child that he is, but claims not to be.
 
Jack was understanding, bless his heart. He understood the Lad and actually
could relate to where Ray was coming from as far as wanting to be independent.
Jack was was the kind of figure who could tell a personality that a person had
- Ray was that of caring and leadership. He was the kind who would take care
for others rather than others taking care of him.
 
Be that as it may, it broke Jack's heart to see the little Lad wandering
aimlessly like that and so the most he did was actually give Ray his old shack;
the store owner never had used it again for anything else other than storage in
exchange for Ray being the nightshift at his store. The rent was equivalent to
10 dollars a month and considering that Jack is paying Ray two dollars a night,
it is a very considerable profit that the Lad is making. He doesn't regret it
at all and so he doesn't complain of having to change his complete state of
conscious and deep-sleeping mind to completely flip flop into a totally
nocturnal state.
 
He didn't mind. It was adventurous.
 
When Ray finally found some suitable clothes - these actually being clean and
freshly washed to the best of Ray's ability, he put them on and smiled,
beginning to eagerly leave out of the door. It wasn't the fact that the job was
excited, but it was more of the fact that Ray had a completely different agenda
planned in his mind compared to a normal night that he would execute during his
night watch.
 
The Lad was planning on going to Geoff's after a few minutes after watching.
Although it was not completely right and it was totally going against the rules
(disregarding your shift to where a bandit could come and take away valuables),
Ray was confident that tonight wouldn't be the night for a bandit to come by.
And even if there was one, Ray always had the handy shotgun that he could
barely even tote correctly. With any luck, the weapon would scare away the
thieves, allowing Ray the advantage of not using it.
 
The reason why he wanted to visit Geoff so eagerly was because of Michael, the
barkeep's little pet. Ray knows only faintly of the pet and ever since finding
Gavin and actually spending time with him, Ray has been
absolutely fascinated with the thought of owning pets now. What would it be
like to actually take care of one: love it, want it, kiss it, hold it; Ray was
dying to know and actually experience it for himself.  The topic of it was
almost too much for Ray to even think about without just smiling like a
complete dope of excitement. It would be so lovely to have his own pet -
someone he could take care of and love and hold.
 
                                       ~

Michael kept his distance as he somewhat shrank back when he saw the little
teenage boy walk with, awkwardly leaning the shotgun, barrel down against the
wooden walls. Michael continued to shrink backwards until his own back hit the
wall of which he was tied to for the moment. After getting in a heated argument
with Geoff, the argument coupling Michael's attitude and filthy, horrible
mouth, earned himself a night against the wall with only a pillow to sleep on.
Michael wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to like this and if he did, Geoff
would just deny him any petting or touching that Michael so
desperately craved and needed.
 
With a little whine, he got Geoff's attention by making the elder look up and
smile.
 
"Ray! It's nice to see you."
 
"Hi, Mr. Ramsey," the teenager spoke with a soft smile moving with such a
jittery gate, it was almost like skipping. "I want to ask about some things."
 
"Well, shoot, go ahead," Geoff passed Michael giving the pet just a little
nuzzle of his hand against the pet's forehead. There was a little growl that
Michael emitted, scuffling softly against the wall when the master continued to
walk by. He was bitter and angry. He hated it when Geoff tied him to the wall
as punishment; there was nothing worse. He would much rather be smacked;
anything but being tied up against a wall with nothing but some lacy underwear
and some thigh high socks on. They itched and irritated his smooth, milky
thighs and he scratched at them, whining pathetically like a little pup that he
was.
 
"Well, uh," Ray looked over the bar to peek over to see the pet who was tied
up. He's only seen Michael one or two times, but in his opinion, the pet was
absolutely gorgeous. The way that Michael would sit and squat, allowing his
weight to shift so flawless and even - he looked like a sitting angel. The lacy
underwear only made the teenager blush and look away, not allowing his eyes to
see such provocative wear. It was rude to stare, he's always been taught, and
although Michael and the thought of pets intrigued him, he would hate for Geoff
to get angry for catching at him staring.
 
There was a small chuckle that the barkeep made, walking around the bar,
itself, and sitting on a stool. He patted the seat beside him; an offering for
Ray to take. The teenage hopped up on the stool, grunting softly as he tried to
balance his weight on the wooden seat. There was a soft hand that rested on his
shoulder and with a quick look, he saw a smile forming on the elder's face.
 
"Careful there. What's goin' on?"
 
"Sir, I'm really...really wondering about..." the teenager hesitated, trying to
find his words. His fingers began to diddle and tease with each other in
nervousness as he began to once again dart his eyes towards Michael. Michael
only laid on the floor, criss cross, leaning back against the wall in a huff.
His throat was exposed, almost proudly showing the collar that rung around his
neck, just like Gavin's. "I'm wondering about...pets like Michael..."
 
There was a hearty laugh that the barkeep made and Ray felt an embarrassing
blush beginning to enkindle in his cheeks. Even Michael smirked, looking
towards the teenager, his ears perked up and his eyes aware.
 
"Oh, Ray," chuckled Geoff as he patted the Lad's back a couple of times for
reassurance. "What are you wondering about?"
 
"W-well...d-do you do what you want with them?"
 
"If he didn't do what he wanted with me, do you think I'll be fucking tied up
with panty hoes on my legs and this piece of fabric suffocating my dick?"
 
"Michael!" Geoff snapped, mostly playfully. Although the heat of their previous
argument was still alive and well, Geoff tried his best to not sound too harsh
towards the pet. Michael shrank a little, chuckling softly, knowing his limits.
"Language."
 
"It's alright, Geoff; cursing isn't that bad," Ray smiled. "I say 'fuck' all
the time!"
 
"You're just a boy. You shouldn't be saying words like that," the barkeep
smiled, rubbing the Lad's back. "It comes with respect. Something my pet has
yet to give me," Geoff turned his head and playfully nipped the air towards
Michael and the pet rolled his eyes. The tension was there, but yet so was the
teasing and playfulness of it. There was no hostility in the air, but there was
a bit of anger; nothing that couldn't be resolved over a talk and make up
kisses, however.
 
"Let him say it, Geoff. Hey, Ray. Ray, is it?  Say 'fuck'!"
 
"Fucking piece of fuck!" Ray yelled, laughing. Michael began to laugh too,
pulling on his leash that was against the wall.
 
"Stop it! Michael, you're already in trouble," Geoff rolled his eyes,
continuing to hold his touch on Ray's shoulder. The Lad was giggling, smirking
slightly when he saw Geoff trying to hold back his smile, himself. " 'Piece of
fuck?' Where do you hear such language?"
 
"I usually hear it at your bar late at night. And I'm just creative, I guess,"
Ray smiled. "But, I'm really here because ever since I found that lost pet,
I've wanted one for my own. What do you do with them?"
 
"Well, uh," Geoff pondered slightly over the question before a slight chuckle
left from his mouth. " B-but, Ray, taking care of something like that is
a...big responsibility," Geoff frowned when he saw the little boy beginning to
pout in disagreement and Geoff continued, "Well, we take care of them. Good
masters love their pets and take care of them. It's a mutual relationship,
really: we provide for our little mates and lovers and in return, they give us
affection and joy."
 
"Then why is Michael tied up?" Ray asked, slipping from the seat. Geoff sighed,
pursing his lips as he saw the boy beginning to wander over towards Michael who
just sat there patiently. If Michael had a tail, it would probably be wagging
in happiness about now as Ray come over and tenderly began to graze his
fingertips across the scalp of the ginger pet.
 
"We got into a little argument...and Michael said some disgusting words that
nearly made even me gag. And I'm a filthy mouth drunkard," Geoff teased,
resting his head on his fist in chance.
 
Ray had to giggle at that and Michael smiled, nuzzling into Ray's touch as the
boy's movements began to grow more and more with increasing vigor, scratching
and petting Michael's hair until the pet was playfully purring.
 
"What kind of words did you say, Michael?"
 
"Ah, if he says it again, I'll make sure he doesn't leave that time out until
tomorrow night," Geoff warned. "Is there anything else, Ray? What else do you
want to know?"
 
"What's it like to be a master?" Ray asked, kneeling down to Michael's level.
His eyes were now fixated shamelessly on the lacy underwear that the pet wore
along with the thigh highs that hugged his legs so perfectly tight. They
complimented his body so much and in Ray's opinion, the pet looked stunning. He
felt heat in his cheeks as he stared, pure warmth coating his body along with
the fluttering butterflies in his belly; it was obvious was a model or some
sort of performer. He had to be; especially with that body. Perhaps he was
supposed to look like this, Ray never knew Michael that well. Gavin was
completely naked, and that made Ray blush, but now looking at garments that
were made for women or show girls made his heart pound.
 
"It's probably the most amazing thing...It's like being a mother...almost,"
Geoff answered in kind, soft words. They were soothing to Ray's ear -- almost
promising. Ray longed to care for something, being the spunky, giddy boy that
he was. He was hardheaded and joyful all at the same time. He would kill to be
able to take care of something which is why he was so amazingly happy when
Gavin got to stay with him for such a short time.
 
"Sorry, I'm just so curious. Ever since Gavin and and I spent time together
those couple of days when he was lost, I've just been so...happy and
interested."
 
"Gavin?" Michael perked up, a happy chirp leaving his throat. There was a soft
groan that Geoff gave, but it was barely noted by Ray as Michael harshly
grabbed at the Lad's shoulders with desperate eyes clinging to his. "Did you
say 'Gavin'?!"
 
"Y-yes! I-I did..."
 
"He's...he's...he's a pet, too?" Michael's tone was soft with a little pinch of
flattening melancholy as he looked into the Lad's eyes.
 
"Yes...he came over here a couple of nights ago. He was lost and I took him in
for the night and next," the Hispanic Lad explained. He smiled slightly, almost
in fear as he saw the pet's face turn into basic devastation or of pure
realization. His eyes turned sad and glossy as they trailed down to the floor.
He pouted in dismay.
 
"Michael," Geoff groaned, hopping up from the seat of the bar and walking over
to the pet along with the teenager. Ray raised his eyebrows in curiosity as he
felt Michael's head go limp in his hands, the pets full weight leaning against
the teenager in sadness. "Michael, it's okay."
 
"No...no, it's not."
 
"Ray," Geoff sighed gently, taking Michael's pliant, limp body away from the
teenager's grasp. Ray frowned with worry eyes fixated on the two before Geoff
finally suggested that he needed to go onto Jack's. "Michael needs to get some
rest. He's tired from such a big day." There were tattooed fingers rubbing soft
and caring in the pet's hair, Michael releasing a sad, melancholic groan. It
was almost like a sad song and Ray pursed his lips as he realized the probable
truth that Michael and Gavin knew each other in another life; they probably
missed each other dearly.
 
"I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't mean..."
 
"Ray, it's okay, boy. Just go onto Jack's. Michael is exhausted and he needs to
rest. You can visit another night," Geoff reassured, turning a concerned face
towards the Lad before smiling warmly and winking.
 
"Goodnight, Mr. Ramsey. Goodnight, Michael," Ray sang as he left out of the
doors, dragging his feet on the way out.

                                     ~~~~

"Gavin, please be still, my dear," Ryan soothed as he helped the pet onto the
horse, settling him comfortably in the saddle. Gavin was a smiling embodiment
of excitement as he gave off little chirps and mutters of happiness and
anticipation. Ryan gave the pet's thigh a soft, little kiss, rubbing his hand
softly over the shin of Gavin. The pet shuddered, humming softly before he
finally spoke.
 
"I can't wait to go to the town, lovely master. Are we going to see Ray? Are we
going to see him?"
 
Ryan smirked at the eagerness of his pet, lacing the leash around his hand
before he gently rest it against the horn of the saddle. He wrapped his hands
the horn, grabbing the leash tightly as he hoisted his body up once he fitted
his right foot in the stirrup.
 
"Sadly, no, Gavin. All things have a process. We can't just go kidnap the boy
for our favor, although," his chuckle held just the little spark of deviousness
once he threw his body over, straddling the horse and settling himself in,
"that is a wonderful thought."
 
"I've been dreaming out him, sir," Gavin purred, resting his head against the
back of his master, hooking his arms around the man's waist. He adjusted his
body whining at the little fictions that the new feel of cotton undergarments
that he wore. Ryan has decided that there would be too many masters or
even pets to give Gavin such a look with their hungry, lust-filled eyes, wolf
whistling before allowing their jaws to hit the dirt of the ground. Ryan did
not appreciate all of those looks on his pet, although it might be flattering
for the moment. He would be damned if he were to allow a master to
even touch Gavin with their hands preparing to trail down to the pet's warmth.
 
"Have you, dear?" Ryan smiled, lightly cracking the reigns to allow the horse
to begin a soft, smooth trot. Gavin loosened the fingers that tied together as
his body bounced up and down naturally from Edgar's movement. "What ever
about?"
 
"He would lick at me. It felt bloody good," Gavin replied with a soothing,
content purr. "It was a nice dream. I've missed him for these weeks now."
 
"Oohh, what a wonderful dream, huh?" Ryan chuckled, pulling the reigns and
flapping them lightly to increase the horse's speed. It would be 15 or so
minutes to finally be on the outskirts of Roosterteeth, and he could already
feel Gavin's fingers pushing lightly against Ryan's clothes and skin. Already
excited and so eager for whatever is to come. Ryan didn't tell him about the
true visit to the town. It was for a talk between masters. Honestly, he hated
himself for allowing Gavin to come with him, but curse it if he were scared
about his eager, happy, bouncy, little pet getting lost into trouble once
again.
 
He was nervous that the talk between two masters would rile Gavin up. What made
him even more nervous was the fact that there would be another pet for Gavin.
The master of whom Ryan was going to have a little conversation with also had a
pet named Michael. Ryan knows vaguely about their past from the stories that
his pet would tell him before they turned in for bed - Gavin doesn't even have
a clue that Michael is now under Geoff's authority.
 
Gavin would recall such wonderful, lively stories between the two pets before
they became so. Gavin continued to be homeless and on the run, that was until
he met Michael. Gavin recalled about a lovely night when he and Michael first
met; they both danced under the shady light of of the candles in an old saloon
where Michael was a showgirl. The Lad wore the most revealing outfits that
fluttered in the wind when he would dance and move. The fabrics on his body
smoothed out so beautifully and flawlessly that Gavin had admitted that he
would have to take off his hat in respects of seeing such beauty and talent.
 
May I have and kiss, kind stranger?"
 
"God wouldn't be able to stop me if he tried..."
 
Those stories took place years ago. Not to far off of the shady past, but long
enough for Gavin to forget some of the events that held up up with the affair,
or at least, that's what he had told Ryan.
 
"I will tell you that you're going to be very surprised when we go there," Ryan
spoke, his voice bouncing in rhythm with the horse's movements.
 
"Will I, master? That would be amazing."
 
"I know you will be surprised. However, I want you to control yourself. Be a
good, modest, little Gavin for me. I know you'll be excited, though."
 
There was a light, loving giggle that the pet made his he hugged Ryan closer to
his body, his cheek nuzzling and rubbing tenderly against Ryan's back. Ryan
felt warmth of Gavin's skin compared to the icy air that ran between from the
speed of the horse. It was comforting and it eased the anxiety in Ryan's heart
just slightly, but it was enough for relief for the time.

                                       ~

"Can I have a bev, master?" Gavin chirped excitedly when the horse began to
ride up towards what looked like, to Gavin, a saloon or a bar.
 
The master teasingly sighed, a playful smile on his lips. "I suppose so, my
dear. You've been good. I just want you to be able to control yourself."
 
"I promise, sir. I'll try my best at least," Gavin said as he eagerly hopped
off of Edgar when the animal slowed to a stop. Ryan slipped off of the horse,
instantly grabbing at his pet's leash securely in his hand. He began to hitch
the horse to the post before tugging at the leash, indicating for the pet to go
closer at his side.
 
"My little Gavin," Ryan purred, "you're just dazzling. I'm frightened that
Geoff won't be able to stop looking at you."
 
"Geoff?" Gavin asked, but there was no answer that came from the master Gent as
he began to lead Gavin through double doors.
 
When they entered, they were immediately greeted with a spicy pumpkin scent
coupled with the acidity of moonshine and whiskey. It made Gavin purr. It
reminded him of when he used to be at the old saloon of which Michael worked at
so long ago when they first met.
 
"Ryan," Geoff gave a smirk, raising a tired eyebrow and looking at the Gent
through lidded, exhausted eyes. "What a nice surprise," the tone was almost
sarcastic as Geoff crossed his arms. In fact when he crossed his arms, Gavin
felt ice going through his veins. As of the moment, there was not a good
feeling for this "master" already. He wasn't warm or welcoming and crossing
arms usually a barrier. It was very rude to talk to a master like that, even if
you were in such a position as yourself, Gavin couldn't help but think. The pet
got on his knees, a common sign of pliancy, and looked up towards the master.
 
He was covered in tattoos and the British pet couldn't help but feel quite
alarmed at that. He seemed rough and tough, somebody Gavin wouldn't like to be
with alone.
 
"Whenever you're down here, I know it's because of some little insane idea of
yours. Or it's a man. So, which one is it?"
 
Gavin could ever so faintly feel the mocking smile that his master made.
 
"Not preferrably a man more like a boy," Ryan's growl made Gavin shudder. "I
just came here to find out more about him."
 
Geoff's eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he could
only imagine one particular Lad that he knew about. From what he could tell,
this "conversation" was going to be long - long and puzzling. There was a
numbing, chilling sensation that Geoff was already feeling, mostly due to the
past between him and Ryan. Although one of the many complexities of friends,
Geoff probably hated Ryan more than anyone else in the world. He just did not
know how to show it. There was just no way to channel how he truly feels about
the Gent until it's just a silence, dull frown.
 
Just the very thought of Ryan getting a hold of Ray in the way that Geoff
is thinking of basically drove him insane. How dare he - to a teenager?
 
Geoff took one more look at Gavin before finally giving a smirk that seemed to
act as a spark for the burning smile. "Would master allow his pet to accompany
mine upstairs?"
 
Ryan pursed his lips, the actual thought of allowing Gavin to go to Michael was
now beginning to seem like an awful idea; he didn't want his pet getting all
touched and tampered with.
 
"Can I, master?" Gavin asked, looking up with soft, hopeful eyes at Ryan. "I
promised I would be good."
 
"Gavin, I don't know. I don't like the thought of you getting away from me
again."
 
"That's silly, master," Gavin smirked cheerfully making an expression that he
knew would persuade Ryan. "I'm not that foolish. I haven't gone from you for
almost a month or so, now."
 
"Come on, Ryan, I don't have all day. If you just let Gavin stay here with us,
all he's going to do is whine. What's the point of just making him do something
he clearly doesn't want to?" Geoff huffed. It was almost like a knife jabbing
at Ryan's side; he gritted his teeth at what he dare called an insult.
 
"Are you telling me how to treat my pet?"
 
"I'm just saying."
 
Ryan took a look down at Gavin again before meeting his eyes once again with
Geoff's. He muttered something incoherently, getting down on his knees and
beginning to fiddle his fingers with the collar and the leash until Gavin felt
the relief of slack as Ryan took off the leash. Gavin smiled, kissing Ryan's
cheek thankfully before getting on his feet and running to the stairs.
 
"See? Isn't that better?" Geoff asked, honestly.
 
"I swear if your pet tampers with Gavin, I will shoot your foot," Ryan muttered
while crossing his arms. "I know how to treat my Gavin. You're no better of a
master than I am."
 
"If Michael and Gavin dick around after not having seen each other for a few
years now, then I would be a-okay with it. Ryan, they used to be lovers; Gavin
was courting Michael and they were so close to being married. Could you just
slack off just a bit and let them have their moment?"
 
Ryan sighed, frowning even more so at the soft burning of jealousy - even
though Geoff was right. Gavin and Michael were almost engaged, Ryan remembers
Gavin talking to him about it; Gavin was so close to proposing to Michael.
There was a sudden wave of empathy as Ryan shrugged.
 
"Let's just talk about the real reason why I'm here, okay? I think I've finally
found who I want to be my mistress."
 
"Yeah? Damn, could barely keep me as a mistress before you just go ahead and
try to shoot for somebody else huh?"

                                       ~

Gavin just barely had the heart to convince himself to knock on the single door
that shown the faint stream of light that coated the under layer of the floor -
just in between the spaces. When he finally did knock, he heard a faint whine
that almost sounded like a little bark in itself. It was startling, whatever it
was, and it made Gavin almost immediately turn around and head back into the
direction of whence he came, until there was a little click of the door to stop
him.
 
"Who's there?" asked a voice coated in caramel and sweetener. Gavin gasped
slightly, his eyes wide when he looked into the door that began to pour out
light into the hallway. There was a silhouetted figure whom of which had laces
covering his thighs and groin. There were smooth outlines that surrounded his
figure as the light flowed perfectly against his body. The voice -- it couldn't
be.
 
"Mi-Michael?" Gavin asked, reminding himself to pronounce the name as
essentially correct as he could.
 
For a spooky second, there was no answer; only silence with a small, sharp
inhale against pursed lips - surprised pursed lips.
 
"Gavin," the pet stated. It was in a tone that was in just absolute awe and
confusion. The British pet couldn't help but give a wobbly smile as he
straightened himself up to admire more of the features of the other pet as he
could, the dim light not helping in that matter, but it only gave him the
better excuse of why he was staring. "Is it really you?"
 
"It's me, love...Micoo, it's me..."
 
"You motherfucker," Michael's voice broke and suddenly, Gavin found himself
closing his eyes as he felt the pet tackle him, driving him into the floor at
such an alarming force. There was squealing - happy squealing as warm, soft
arms wrapped tightly and shamelessly against Gavin's body. The British pet
purred, allowing Michael to practically dominate his touch - dipping his face
into the crook of his neck and kissing lightly. There were happy, sobbing words
and wetness of tears that Gavin felt against his skin. "You motherfucker!"
Michael repeated through a cracked, cheerful tone.
 
"I've missed you so much, love," Gavin purred, snuggling his head against
Michael's before the pet finally held his head.
 
"I've fucking missed you, too, you piece of shit," they kissed. Hungry,
desperate lips moved against one another in almost a dance that was rarely ever
danced, but when it was, it was spectacular. Gavin finally found the ability to
try and sit up, all while concentrating on the kiss that he and Michael shared.
It was something deep, something passionate that Gavin hasn't felt since the
day that Ryan first kissed him. God, how he missed his fiancee so much.
 
"Micoo," Gavin moaned softly when they parted, his hands immediately cupping
the plump cheeks of the pet as he stared into a muddy pool of wonder that were
Michael's eyes. They were wide with happiness and joy - full of surprise.
 
"Gavin," Michael replied, grabbing the British pet's hands and beginning to
pull them. "Come on, let's go in the room."
 
"I have so much to tell you, Micoo..."
 
"It can wait...right now," Michael finally got Gavin to go into the room before
closing the door. The room fell silent and the two met in a kiss again,
Michael's weight leaning against Gavin's greatly until the older pet found
himself bending backwards, landing safely on the bed below them.
 
They fit together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle how Gavin's body
perfectly cradled Michael's. The soft laces of the garments and underwear
tickled at Gavin's legs and groin. It made the pet laugh into the kiss until he
finally broke it, his fingers beginning to trail and tease at the underwear.
 
"What's all this, then?"
 
"Don't you remember, you idiot?" Michael hummed lovingly, soft lips kissing
Gavin's nose before bucking his hips and jutting them directly into Gavin's
groin. "These aren't new...Master just makes me where them daily, now."
 
"I like it..." Gavin raised his eyebrows in interest as he saw the curvature of
Michael's ass poking out into the air, his hands resting on the cheeks - palms
perfectly cupping them. "I like it a lot..."
 
"Stop it, you sick freak," Michael said, immediately tangling his fingers into
the collars, pulling it harshly until Gavin yelped, his lips colliding with
Michael's. The leather strap began to burn the nape of Gavin's neck as Michael
continued to pull, but like Hell if Gavin mind. Gavin absolutely loved it and
moaned eagerly into Michael's lips, grinding his hips lightly until he could
feel the itching and scratching of the thigh highs that his boi wore.
 
And soon, Gavin's hands got more and more playful and eager. They no longer
wore teasing at the lacy underwear against Michael's bottom, palming his cheeks
and massaging them; his hands were now inside the lace, poking all around and
rubbing everywhere. His fingers even dipped into Michael's cleft from time to
time making the ginger pet jolt with excitement and he released soft moans
against Gavin's lips before finally they pulled apart in a heavy breath mess
with lidded eyes and blown pupils.
 
"You were always the one to do the touching," purred the ginger pet. His
fingers continued to rub at the leather strap until they snatched again; Gavin
yelped, sighing heavily when he felt Michael' begin plant small little kissed
on his neck.
 
"You're too bloody gorgeous to not touch. I've got to," Gavin hummed, now
beginning to work the lacy underwear off of Michael. He remembers the fabric
well. It was not silk, but a cheaper substitute that was a deep shade of red.
The laces that flared out from each of the folds and hems were rough and itchy,
but it was all just a tease - each touch and each ticket; all of it drove Gavin
completely insane.
 
"I love you," Michael moaned ever so feminine like and Gavin shuddered, his
fingers now beginning to dip in deeper into the pet's cleft, playing lightly
with his entrance and rubbing his fingers gently against the puckered rim.
 
"I love you too, Micoo..." Gavin sighed, feeling little reassuring, persuading
nips of Michael's teeth beginning to press down; his canines were always
particularly sharp. Gavin loved it about Michael's teeth. He would remember
when he would tease his boi about being a vampire and always using the pick up
lines that dealt along the lines of  Michael being able to charm Gavin into a
love state trance. "I love you so much, my little boi."
 
Michael moaned hungrily, pressing his body back against Gavin's fingers, the
tips just ever so slightly began to poke toward. Gavin gasped at the warmth and
tightness that teased at his fingertip and suddenly, he felt whimpers almost
involuntarily began to leave his throat. They were hungry, lust-filled
whimpers.
 
"Shh, you moron; do you want our masters to think something is going wrong with
you whining like that?"
 
" 'm sorry, Micoo," Gavin hummed, rubbing his nose against Michael's. "Will
your master down there be angry if he found out we..."
 
"I could care less if he did right now, honestly," Michael grumbled with sudden
apathy, kneading his nails into Gavin's skin as he clung to the pet tightly.
"Him and I seem to be getting into a lot of arguments lately. I certainly hope
that you and your master are doing better than we are."
 
"I'm sorry, my love," Gavin whispered, his fingers beginning to prod at
Michael's entrance again. The ginger pet was just so warm against Gavin's
aching fingers. Michael's soft moan rung a soothing bell in Gavin's head and he
smiled, beginning to encourage his fingers to go deeper. Anything to hear
Michael make the most loveliest of noises. Michael's pitch has changed since
the years of them being apart. Although his voice has gotten steadier and more
accustom to the western drawl, his moans were just the cutest, softest, little
reassuring chirps that made Gavin's mouth hungrily water.
 
"Gavin," Michael whispered before beginning to sit up, straddling himself on
top of the British pet. Gavin sighed gratefully as he could see the aching
bulge on Michael's lacy underwear; Michael - every molecule and part
of Michael was just beautiful and perfect. "I never thought I would see you
again...I mean, just a couple of weeks ago, I learned you were a pet."
 
"Really, love?" Gavin asked. His hands pressed into Michael's sides, massaging
the muscles that warmly rested under smooth, soft skin. "How?"
 
"Ray told me...that little boy..." Michael purred. "He told me how he took you
in when you lost your master."
 
"Oh, Michael, isn't he the cutest being you've ever seen?" Gavin whispered.
Michael hummed before leaning down and kissing Gavin on the lips. The ginger
pet began to peel himself off of Gavin, setting his feet down on the floor.
Gavin whined at the chills that began to pick at his body from the loss of
Michael on his body.
 
"He is pretty cute...He's sweet, for sure...Why? You have a liking for him?"
Michael began to walk towards the counter that rested against the wall. He
opened the top drawer and pulled out a purple glass bottle.
 
Gavin raised a curious eyebrow of the foreign purple bottle, but he whimpered
out a "yes". "My master and I have a liking for him. In fact he wishes to have
Ray has a little...mistress."
 
"Ray to be his mistress?" Michael smiled. "This just gives a fancy excuse for
you so you can fuck him, huh?" Michael began to crawl back on the bed, ending
up on his knees beside Gavin.
 
"Jesus, Micoo," Gavin blushed, biting his lip to hold back a guilty, heated
smile. "It's not an excuse..."
 
"Whatever," the ginger pet hummed, beginning to lay beside Gavin. "Just fucking
eat me out already, huh?"
 
"Michael!" Gavin gaped, eyes wide with anxiousness. "Bloody just straight to
it, aren't you?"
 
"You better fucking believe, pet," Michael purred, taking his hands and yanking
at Gavin's collar. Gavin fell forward, falling into Michael's grasp to where
the two met in a kiss again; deep, yet playful. "My pet..."
 
Gavin laughed, beginning to tug on the soft, leather strap that belonged to
Michael. It was a shimmery leather, once that shined and sparkled in the
light."You're my pet, Micoo; my little showgirl," Gavin quickly licked the
crook of Michael's neck before trailing kisses down his body. Michael gasped at
the little name, a hot blush rising into his cheeks.
 
Gavin’s fingers finally pulled down the lace, soft fabric of Michael's
underwear to reveal Michael's hardness standing proud and erect. It twitched
slightly when Gavin pressed his tongue against the leaking head. "You taste
like honey, my pet."
 
"Fucking honey? Geoff's been practically pouring whiskey down my throat, I'm
not surprised," Michael laughed, biting his lip in pleasure when Gavin licked
again. Gavin's tongue was so smooth with just the perfect amount of roughness
at the tip to make Michael practically gush. The ginger pet gasped when he then
felt Gavin's tongue beginning to trail down, circling teasingly at the base of
his cock. "Fuck, Gavin, any day would be good."
 
Gavin giggled playfully and giddy when he began to spread Michael's cheeks,
dipping his head to kiss lightly at Michael's entrance. His tongue swirling
evenly against the puckered rim; the flat of his tongue
massaged completely against the muscle and it caused Michael to whine, closing
his eyes and sinking himself deeper into the mattress. He curled slightly,
realizing that he was probably getting too loud and he gritted his teeth. "It
feels so fucking good, Gavin..."
 
Gavin lightly poked his tongue into the muscle, licking as deep as he could.
The taste of his boi was something completely sweet like sugar. The taste
brought back previous memories of their times together - especially the
sex. Sweet like sugar.
 
"Gavin..." Michael whined when he felt Gavin licking deeper. The Brit poked his
tongue in and out as he was opening Michael up with his slick saliva. Gavin
pulled off of Michael just for his fingers to press into the ginger pet.
Michael gasped, tilting his head back as he brought a hand out to grab the
purple bottle. He opened it to pour out a dab of wonderfully scented liquid. He
then began to stroke his cock. "It feels fucking good. It makes me all slick
and wet..."
 
"I love it when my pet is all slick and wet for me..." Gavin growled, kissing
Michael's thigh. "My messy, little Micoo..." His fingers began to curl in,
pumping faster and faster. Michael moaned, groaning out a fragment of Gavin's
name before beginning to whimper. The fingers began to massage lightly at his
sensitive spot and even, at times with random pumps, the fingers would tease at
the bundle of nerves at his g-spot. It shot sparks up Michael's spine and the
pet whined, working his hand faster on his cock.
 
"F-fuck, G-Gavin; holy sh-shit, yes, right there," Michael gasped. He groaned
as he felt the heat in his stomach beginning to coil and he fell over his peak.
Messy, warm spurts of white fluid stuck onto Michael's stomach in generous,
shocking amounts. It was obvious Michael hasn't been "active" in a while as the
pet fell into a sticky mess. Michael curled his toes, whining pitifully as he
felt Gavin's warm tongue take a final, messy lick at his cheeks. Michael was
shuddering, his hand that was around his cock going limp and he weakly pulled
of Gavin's collar once again.
 
"C-come here, Gavin..."
 
"Yes, m'love?" Gavin whispered.
 
"I love you, Gavin...I-I wanna taste you...It's been so long since I've done
so."
 
"Micoo, I--" Gavin gasped slightly when he heard heavy footsteps coming up the
chairs. There was muffled chattering between the two masters - Gavin
immediately could recognize the deep, smooth bass of Ryan's voice.
 
"Gavin! It's time to go..."
 
Gavin was whimpering, immediately trying to help Michael back in his "clothes",
fixating the underwear back in place, however, the two quickly just got under
the blanket as the door was beginning to open. Gavin held onto Michael, his
fingers desperately pressed against Michael's arms - a hope of not having to
leave was strong in the air.
 
"Gavin?" Ryan asked as he stepped into the room. "It's dark in here, Geoff, you
need to replace your wicks."
 
"I'll do that today, as a matter of fact," Geoff replied, beginning to walk
towards the bed. Gavin saw that he was smiling; actually, the master was
grinning. "Hey, you two. Did you have fun seeing each other again?"
 
Michael nodded without hesitation - it was probably due to the fact that he was
quick to answer his master, as a decent pet should. "Yes, sir. I enjoyed it a
lot...c-could Gavin come over again?"
 
"I'll think about it," Ryan hummed, coming over and pulling Gavin out from the
covers. The pet whimpered, but finally got from under the blankets. He was
blushing as he felt wetness beginning to coat the front of his underwear; he
almost felt shameful and fearful of Ryan being mad at him. "Oh, Gavin," Ryan
chuckled. "Looks like you guys got into some exciting things, huh?"
 
Gavin nodded, his blush never quitting. Ryan only smiled, pulling out the leash
and beginning to clip it on Gavin's collar once again. Gavin took a look at
Michael who was smiling smugly at the leash. His eyes, however, were sad and
solemn. They begged for Gavin to not leave and there was a clear, glistening
layer of tears in the pet's eyes to prove it. Michael's master stood there with
a hand on the pet's shoulder, rubbing it lightly. Gavin doesn't understand how
Michael and his master could be at odds with each other because, in all
honestly, they looked like the most beautiful couple in the world.
 
"We'll be back, Gavin, I promise. Say goodbye to Michael," Ryan said, beginning
to pull on the leash gently.
 
"Goodbye, m'love," Gavin smiled sadly before slowly following Ryan out the
door.
 
***** A Flashback I: Michael/Gavin II *****
Chapter Summary
     A flashback of what Gavin's and Michael previous life was like and
     how they had met.
Chapter Notes
     Please take note, Michael's pronouns are still "he" and "him" even
     though he may be described as a showgirl and a lady at some parts.
     Also there is very, very minor feminization, but I just feel like I
     should warn you either way. You never know.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                    ^^^^^^
 
 
It was hard to try and keep watch for yourself when you are on the run. He
wasn’t a criminal or anything, but there were specific rules about this saloon:
No Freeloaders. And it was enforced by many if not all. Here over in Tarantula,
there were more criminals than there were patrons and especially with the
barkeep of this establishment, Gavin knew he would be 6 feet under if he were
to be spotted. Gavin has never met the actual barkeep, but he's heard tales of
the man. He's cold and mean and just the image in Gavin's mind sent chills down
his spine. He hears that he treats his women disrespectfully and beats them if
they don't woo the crowd as expected. If that is what he does to his showgirls
and women, Gavin wouldn't be able to even imagine what he does to a
freeloading, homeless stranger. The poor British Lad was known throughout the
land as a beggar who scrounges up after the common folk. Some like him, others
don't. The barkeep certainly does not - he already knew.  
 
Gavin has been staying in a nearby field where he rests and sleeps with the
cows. He does his baths in the lake, using all he can in order to stay the
minimal amount of cleanliness and freshness. He’s even gone so far as to steal
bars of soap and fragrance oil from the shop near the saloon - only got caught
once, but the store’s owner vision is minimal; he’s a practical blind bat who
just shouted angrily at the running figure who took the bar of soap. It was a
lucky break for the British chap, and he hopes that his luck will remain by
being in his saloon.
 
Perhaps he would be able to get some drinks from some poor, lonely blokes by
acting his cutest. He hasn’t been lucky so far, but he was willing to continue
to try without giving up. The bar was crowded with almost every chair full.
Gavin has actually found some of the drunken men to actually offer their laps
as seats (of course with bad intent on the brain), but Gavin refused. All he
wanted to score tonight was a drop of ale or two. He did notice there were a
lot of pets - most of them on leashes. They whined and pawed at Gavin before
their master snatched them away with the leash.
 
"Sorry, I think she's just thirsty or something. You're pretty cute so she
likes you," the master chuckled. He had a rough, scratchy voice and Gavin
smiled in understanding. He looked at the pet - it was most definitely a male,
but he wore a skirt and a top. He had dark hair and a fair complexion that
smiled as he continued to paw at the Brit.
 
"Not today, girl, maybe some other time," Gavin cooed, chuckling as he walked
away. He eventually found a seat by another master whose pet was sleeping on
the floor. Gavin couldn't help but feel like that was just the most unsanitary
thing on Earth, but the last thing he wants is to teach someone how to raise
their pet.
 
The room was dusty and the light from the candles showed it. It was musky and
smelled of liquor and men; the noises of the saloon were nearly deafening;
there was a couple - possibly a master and his pet - in the corner having sex
and it made Gavin blush and look away, trying his best to keep his eyes on the
stage, despite the puppy whines from the pet. Gavin hated masters like that:
disrespectfully using their pet in public knowing they're causing attention and
making a scene. Masters who do that, in Gavin's opinion, are disgusting and
completely selfish; all they seek is to make the other pets in the building
excited and wanting, which is why the pet from earlier was so demanding and
needy.
 
It wasn’t the greatest town, that was for damned sure, but it was all Gavin
could do on the run for now until he has better knowledge of other places.
Plus, in his stays here, he’s been hearing about this showgirl whose name only
began with the letter M. Some call the showgirl Princess or even Angel, but
Gavin remained at M. He would hate to get the performer's name wrong if he ever
were to meet the girl and that he wanted so much after hearing some of the
things about him.
 
The beauty dances as if his heart was on fire.
 
He moves with the smoothness of running water.
 
His gorgeous eyes steal your heart in an instant - don’t look too long.
 
And his hair is the most fiery red all all of Texas had ever seen.
 
All of it seemed promising to Gavin and he wanted to know for sure who this
little lady was. When one is out running away and has no place to stay, no one
to talk to except for the cows, and no other place to call your home except for
the field out back, then knowing about a wonderful, enticing showgirl would be
enough to make you stay and just hope and wish that the performer that everyone
has been talking about will notice you.
 
The men began to quiet as the piano began to change its tune to more of a
sultry one. Gavin picked up his head, his eyes wide with curiosity and
admiration as the curtains began to sway back and forth. In between the moving
fabrics, he saw little gleams of white and glitter that sparkled from the
darkness and he was already smiling. He heard giggles and that's when the room
fell near silence. The giggles were cute and happy, causing the men to click
their tongues and whistle in appreciation.
 
He's a fairy - A mystical fairy, Gavin finally determined in his head; the
glitter and white seemed to act as proof of his observation - the giggling was
too cute and perfectly seductive to belong to a normal human. The musky air
full of cigar smoke and dust acted as some sort of suspenseful fog to keep the
men waiting eagerly and on the edge of their seats with glasses tight in their
hand in wonders of what they will see.
 
The sultry music of the piano began to liven up and transpose into some new key
- a major key; it was lively and brought a smile to Gavin’s face as he began to
recognize some of the pieces that were being played. It was a mixture of
different waltz and he gasped as he finally saw a sparkling, bare leg step out
from the curtain.
 
Gavin will never understand how that was possible, but it was clean
and flawless like a porcelain doll. He saw red laces wrapping around the
porcelain leg and he realized realized the girl was wearing some sort of
stockings.
 
Expensive...He's a Queen... Gavin then determined,  a grin now forming. He bit
his lip lightly in excitement as the red, lush performer moved his legs against
the curtain, almost as a tease - what a tease it was.
 
And then there was a voice - a soothing, alluring voice that sang out just a
single tune.
 
“Give me a song, sweet prince, and I’ll make you fall in love,” the voice rang
through the air in a rippling, rose wave.
 
There was whistling from the crowd as the room fell dark - the single
chandelier above the stage was the only light source that remained. It fixated
every sparkling detail on the smooth figure of the showgirl as he finally
stepped out, smiling and waving. Now there were cheering and whoops from loud,
drunken men; the pet's looked in awe and happiness, some of them even whimpered
and whined to their master for relief because they were already so riled up
from seeing the showgirl.
 
Gavin just sat there and blushed, allowing the blood to seep up into his cheeks
and heat his face. He remained there, speechless, because he had no other words
for the total beauty that was before him.
 
The showgirl's hair was, in fact, fiery. Red as lush as a bleeding rose that
burned in flames - flames of hot lust. They were long curls, but they only
reached to his bare shoulders. They almost matched his lips which were a blood
rose red. The performer's face was flawless and a beautiful faded tone. Nothing
too pale or light, but it reflected light almost as if he were illuminating
their own glow. He wore wore a lacy, purple - purple: royalty - revealing top
that split into little frills and strings that moved freely with his smooth
sways. He also wore a very tight, small purple skirt that revealed just an edge
of his skin before the white and red high thighs began. To top it all off for
the taking, he wore cowboy boots meant meant for ranging cattle and steed - a
rebelling edge for his fairy Queenly, royal color - before the perfect showgirl
lifted his leg and placed it to the side. In his hand was a small chair; he sat
it down and went behind it, winking and the crowd. There were loud clacks of
the performers shoes as he moved. Gavin sighed a soft coo when he saw the
performer’s crimson lips pucker lushly before blowing out air kisses.
 
Gavin swore to the divine being above that the fiery showgirl winked and kissed
at him before bending over the back of the small chair. The showgirl's figure
bent beautiful and smooth, so smooth for Gavin to touch and caress. He could
see the curve of his rear poking out and the homeless Brit could feel the
excitement beginning to pump through his body.
 
"I see a lot of boys out here...where are all the men?" he asked, laughing out
a small chuckle when the small eruption of whistles and even playful,
pretending offended groans filled the air. The girl's tone was low and rough -
yet it was smooth like velvet. Gavin's ears felt almost enlightened.
 
The fiery showgirl moved to the front of the chair and sat with legs crossed
and fingers cutely placed in his pale, soft lap. He licked his cherry red lips
slowly, tilting his head to the side before allowing his body to grow slack. He
spread his legs wide, each leg of the opposite outer sides of of the chair.
There were whoops and cheers in appreciation of the view - Gavin actually
gasped, eyes lighting up in complete amazement.
 
He could feel the blood rushing to his groin when he saw the performer do that.
So careless and flexible. The showgirl giggled.
 
"Like the view, boys?" he asked, winking. The men in the bar just made noises
of approval, and the sound of the piano shifted once again back into the sultry
tone that rang throughout the saloon. M began to move his hips, in a circular
motion, allowing his skirt to tighten impossibly more with every apex of the
movement. The pets were nearly on the ground, fainted.

Gavin found himself completely hypnotized by the movement; even his jaw fell
slack in just shock and awe of the beauty that was before him. He felt his
mouth water as he felt his eyes wander downward to stare at the tightening
skirt before Michael got up from the chair, purposely jutting his hip out to
the side before purposely swaying his hips as he walked.
 
Oh, God, I can see the sassy bloke's rear, Gavin remembered and he pursed his
lips, trying his best to not lick at the dry skin. The perfect mounds and
curvature peeked out ever so slightly of his tight, little skirt - teasing all
of the men in the bar. The ginger, slick showgirl giggled as he could feel the
eyes eating him alive. And then...all seemed to fade away for the Brit that sat
there in shock.
 
It was just the dancer - the teasing dancer - on the stage - the sultry piano
music and exciting adrenaline from the other men were ebbing away into
particles. Gavin continued to stare with a smirk on his face as he leaned back
and just saw M twirl and sway around with his plump hips. The frills and laces
flowed so perfectly and beautifully with him; his dancing was like a gripping
vice that he could not stop staring at. The performer was perfect. He was just
perfect.
 
M's hips were so flawless and beautiful; they shimmered in the light from the
sparkling glitter and oil he used. They jutted out so smoothly whenever he
twirled around, spinning his waist and hips and using them to his advantage.
They showed off his figure so nicely.
 
All Gavin could think of was that although he was absolutely beautiful with the
showgirl's solo dance alone, having a partner would be just perfect.
 
The showgirl sat in the chair again, only this time, his back was at the
audience. He wrapped his legs around the back of the chair before bending
forward.
 
God, Gavin could only think that the skirt was about to rip from M's body
pressing against its tightness. And then, all he could think of was please,
rip.
 
The men were cheering and clinking their drinks together in cheers and that is
when Gavin came back to reality. The dim glow from the saloon faded back and
in M was getting up from his chair, blowing a kiss at the crowd, waving
goodbye.
 
Gavin began to clap, his smirk now a full blown smile as the showgirl then hid
and disappeared through the seams of the curtain. The sparkling, bright glitter
was gone, and Gavin could only hope that the fiery girl would be there again
tomorrow.

                                       ~

The performer wasn’t there. In fact, barely anybody was at the saloon the next
night.
 
Gavin took a seat right in the middle of the bar, and looked around in
curiosity. He’s been here for over an hour, and yet the promising dancer hasn’t
made an appearance. His frown grew and so did his hopelessness; the bartender
was constantly asking questions as to why Gavin was even here because he hasn’t
even bought a drink yet. Gavin tried to ignore him and not answer, fearing that
if he spoke too much, he would bring too much attention to himself.
 
The Lad sighed, preparing to jump up from his seat when he finally looked up at
the bartender and gave a faint smile.
 
“Does M not show up tonight?”
 
The bartender tittered and smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, not on weekdays.
Only Saturday and Sunday. Boy, but when that lovely beauty gets up there, this
place is packed and full of horny dogs looking to bury their bone in 'er. Pets
too."
 
“I guess I’m one of those excited pups,” Gavin cooed playfully and the
bartender, once again, raised an eyebrow as he poured a drink.
 
“Here,” he offered and Gavin smiled, thanking him before downing the shot. “You
look like you could use a drink."
 
"I do appreciate it, really," Gavin thanked and he noticed the bartender smile
from his accent before continuing on to wipe down the counters. Gavin sighed,
downing the shot on one gulp and beginning to get up from the stool before he
felt a light tap on his shoulder. He swirled around to meet green, dazzling
eyes and a bright smile. They were concealed, however, as Gavin noticed all
they wore was a dark cloak and hood to cover their head.
 
"Hello," said he. He - is it? Gavin tried to push a smile out before waving, a
look of puzzlement clear on his face.
 
"Hello."
 
"I heard you talking about M...How you're fascinated in him." Gavin determined
he was most definitely speaking to a male. His eyes seemed to shine through the
shadow of the close and so did his smile. No other features stood out from the
shroud other than those two, and Gavin gulped nervously.
 
"I'm sorry," he apologized, beginning to walk away. He was now afraid, in fear
that perhaps M was the wife to this Man. "I - I didn't..."
 
"No! It's okay..." the man touched the Brit hands and clasped them lightly.
They were so soft and warm, the touch alone persuaded Gavin to not leave. He
took a look at the man in the shroud and nervously smiled.
 
"A - are you holding my hand?"
 
"Looks like it," the man chuckled. Gavin's breath hitched slightly and he
swallowed, pulling his hand away softly, trying his best to not be rude.
 
"I - I do beg your pardon, b - but I --"
 
"God Almighty, you talk weird," the man laughed again. His eyes seemed to glow
in the shadows of his hood with the laughter he produced. It made Gavin feel
uneasy from the slight offense that pinged in his heart, but he had to admit,
the man's laugh was possibly the cutest laugh he's ever heard.
 
"I - I used to be in Oxfordshire...E - England," Gavin cleared his throat.
 
"I can tell," the man continued to giggle. "I like it...it sounds really nice.
Wish I could talk like that..."
 
The man's eyes fell on Gavin's and he produced a smile that nearly blinded
Gavin. The Brit smirked and pursed his lips before giving a small bow. "I - it
was nice to meet you. I've got to leave, now..."
 
"No!" the man gasped, clenching his fists and his eyes went wide, obviously in
shock of what he just had said. "I - I mean...'no'...I was hopin' you'd stay
for a drink or two..."
 
Gavin furrowed his brow in worry before biting his lip. The thoughts swirling
in his mind were intoxicating and it made the Brit sluggish. He began to walk
backwards and shake his head before finally whispering "I haven't any
money...I...I don't have anything."
 
The man tilted his head in curiosity to the terms before reaching out a hand.
"Well, you seem nice...will I see you again?" There was a kind, soothing pitch
that rang in Gavin's ears and it felt like silk.
 
That voice...
 
"Perhaps...maybe on Saturday or Sunday..."
 
He saw the man's face fall in almost sadness. The man heaved what seem like a
sigh before forcibly cheering out a soft "okay! I'd love to see you then." He
then held out a hand for Gavin to shake. The Brit nervously took the hand and
shook it, trying his best to give off a good enough gesture so that he may
leave.
 
"I'm Gavin, by the way..." the Brit's voice fell just above a whisper and he
could hear the giggle that tittered out of the man's throat. There was
something about the man that gripped his attention strong and harsh - perhaps
it was the eyes. They sparkled with happiness as the man flashed a smile - a
smile that would woo any pet of their master, looking with begging eyes.
 
"I'm Michael...It's nice to meet you. I hope to see you this weekend."

                                       ~

Gavin stared at the stars while he laid on his back that night. The grass was
cool and had little traces of comforting dew. They chilled and pricked at
Gavin's skin when he moved and he giggled happily when he felt the drops
sliding down his arms in thick, lush beads.
 
It was soft. Soft and cool.
 
The night was silent except for the distant train that ran all the way to
Mexico City. It was an impressive rail, one Gavin hopes to ride. If it weren't
for his fear of never getting by - he was struggling now as he is - he would've
been on that train by now. He would ride and see the sights from the transition
of America to Mexico. He would enjoy every bit of it and reflect on how far in
life he's really come. There was a hurt that bluntly dug it's lit cherry into
Gavin’s skin and he hissed, forcing himself to not think of such a pain.
 
How far have I really come?
 
He was no one. Homeless and alone were all he was. The soft dew grass and the
passing cows were his only home and family in Texas. There was such a pain, he
gasped, forcing himself to continue to look at the stars until he could feel
relief from the cherry that seeped into his veins.
 
The stars - Gavin swore that God was telling him something. The blades of grass
litted with dew tickled at his ears just like the little fingers that used to
touch him softly at night when he was back in England. The soft touches and
kind words - those lying, kind words - would fall into Gavin's being and he
smiled painfully. Such lies he remembered from him, his old companion - those
little, tickling, tricking fingers.
 
It was always a shame to remember such things in a moment of solitude. As loud
as the world really was, sometimes being all alone to just think and hear is
the most painful thing anyone could ever do. He remembered well.
 
"You're drunk again, you filthy bastard. I can smell you! You smell like that
whore who's been talking to you again. Where have you been?!"
 
"Nowhere! You damned tosser, say another word, you stupid -- I'll fucking hit
you."
 
"Then hit me, damn it!" 
 
Then there was warmth. The thick beads of cool dew suddenly grew thicker as
they slid down his arms. They turned red...red as a dying rose and as warm as a
tender kiss. They slid down his face and down his finger tips.
 
Until they turned back to dew.
 
Looking at the stars, he began to lose himself - sleep taking over as the
painful, needled smile began to fade away as he did when he closed his eyes,
cuddling into the grass that seemed to cover him in green, misty clouds.
 
The very last thing he saw before allowing sleep to take over him were those
dazzling green eyes.
 
That sparkly, pale skin soothed him to a calming sleep.

                                      ~~~

It was a Saturday night and the saloon was packed once again. Gavin continued
to raise his head upwards and look around to try and see if the man in the
cloak named Michael was here. High and low, he searched - or at least looked to
where he didn’t get up from his seat - but there was no signs of the man with
the wicked eyes. Gavin sighed through his nose as he tried to get settled in
his seat, finally giving up looking for the man. Gavin made sure that he was
his cleanliness, washing his clothes as best as he could the night before with
water from a nearby well. He also washed as much as he could with another bar
of soap that he swiped from the shopkeeper, this time, the clerk didn’t even
notice at all!
 
Gavin made sure he was his cleanest and best looking. He always liked to be his
best whenever he was meeting someone. The bar was once again filled with dust
that floated in the air, but this time, there was also a flurry of smoke that
swirled around. It gave off the scent of strawberry tobacco, and it was making
Gavin feel just a bit excited; he loved the smell of strawberries.
 
There were pets whimpering, desperately trying to get away from the smokey
smell by staying close to their masters and smelling their coats. Gavin thought
it was the absolute cutest thing he's ever seen, especially when one actually
tried to nuzzle against his pant leg, but groaning at the smell of dirt that
coated his clothes. He apologized to the master, who just smiled and took his
pet in his lap and kissed him.
 
Gavin smiled, leaning back before trying to look again for the man in the black
cloak with the fiery emerald eyes, but he gave up when the room grew quieter,
the pets attention all at the stage.
 
Finally, the candles were out besides the chandelier and the sultry piano music
played once more. It seemed like an old, familiar song - a common waltzing tune
that Gavin’s father would play in order for the boy to dance. Gavin smiled, his
eyes fixated on the stage and watched at the curtains swayed. Sparkling, light
legs shown through again and suddenly, the ginger performer was out from behind
- almost like a wolf released from a pen. He winked and hummed at the crowd and
took a drag from his long cigar.
 
Gavin smiled as he realized that that is where the strawberry smell was coming
from and his eyes fell half lidded in amusement and relaxation.
 
The showgirl twirled around until he began to sit on the stage, his legs
hanging off from the sides. M's legs now wore these black and white striped
stocking along with huge laces coming from the edges that hugged his thighs.
His plump thighs. He took another drag from his cigar and exhaled slowly, his
eyes landing on what Gavin could swear was him.
 
The performer smiled, his eyes soft and lidded from his nicotine buzz before
winking, flicking out his tongue ever so slightly - yet so promising. There
were a couple of pets in the building to release whimpers and whines at the
showgirl’s notion. They were wanting, and damn it, who could blame
them? M twirled a lock of his curly hair in a finger before standing up, taking
his chair again and blowing the smoke into the crowd, causing some men to
cheer.
 
“All you boys out there,” M began to hum, his legs spread and wide as he
leisurely sat. Still, he held his posture in a proper way, his back straight
which made his chest stick out. Gavin licked his lips as he could feel the skin
against his hands. It would be the softest skin he were to ever touch - it
would be so warm and Gavin would want to kiss and bite at it all day like a
teething mutt. “You all seem rough and tough...but what I really want...is a
nice, proper gentleman.”
 
There were whistling and laughs in the crowd. Gavin smirked, looking into the
performer's eyes - they sparkled. They sparkled a jade so strong, emerald would
be greener with jealousy. Gavin’s smirk softened into, not a frown, but just a
curious expression as he continues to look.
 
...dazzling green eyes…
 
The showgirl smirked, sighing softly as his fingers began to tease inside of
his tight, little skirt, giggling at the sudden tension and anticipation that
filled the air with men full of want and lust. Gavin was one of them, sitting
up and licking his lips. His eyes were fixated in hope, yet awestruck and
relaxed. .
 
 
Let it fall... The Brit smirked proudly.
 
M hummed, beginning to look up through his lashes and he smiled brightly,
winking, and Gavin knew The showgirl was looking at him. He gritted his teeth,
his nails driving into his leg as he continued to watch his dip his fingers
inward and downward, allowing the skirt to sink low.
 
There was cheering and clapping from the men in the bar. If the little pets had
tails, they would be wagging among the whimpering that would seeped out of
their whining, wet lips. Gavin tried his best to keep on looking, trying his
best to keep his excitement down as the showgirl finally sank his skirt low
between his ankles. The teasing showgirl chuckled as he kicked it off the stage
and looked - eyes complete static and fixated - on Gavin, winking. And then, he
smiled - that smile that sparkled and shine enough so much so to break through
shadows.
 
He gasped, eyes hungrily staring at M’s figure. The showgirl now wore a very
thin, frilly silk underwear that revealed a bulge that pressed firmly in the
front. The teasing, fiery showgirl spun around to reveal the back of the
underwear to sink deep in his cleft to reveal his plump, lush cheeks of his
ass. Gavin released released a soft, cursing moan as he clenched his fists that
were so eager and needy to grab at her warm, plump ass, licking all over the
skin and kissing it softly.
 
There were whoops and cheers along with slurs of wanting him to take off the
underwear, but he just giggled and jutted his hips side to side, allowing his
rear to flex and bounce with the movement.
 
God, such a bloody tease. Gavin smiled, biting his lip as he continued to dig
his nails into his hands and legs.
 
The fiery dancer eyes fell on his and he stuck out his tongue in the cutest way
that Gavin knew was now possible and then the showgirl blew a small kiss.
 
Gavin felt his temperature rising as he couldn’t help but pucker his lips,
winking playfully. The showgirl giggled before beginning his dance that was
full of twirls and shakes. Gavin was smiling - almost even beaming as he looked
at his perfect form - the way it twisted and bent in the most smoothest of
ways. It was quite hypnotic, especially the way the music surrounded the whole
room. All attention was drawn and focused upon - all on M.
 
M… Gavin thought, his breath hitching so slightly. His eyes were now wide as
they stared at the lush hips of the showgirl with the fiery red hair and
sparkling grassy eyes. Gavin’s jaw fell slack and so did the gripping of his
hand as he started at the showgirl who danced carelessly and freely on the
stage to impress all of the men who watched eagerly below.
 
M...
 
Michael…
 
Before he even knew it, M was blowing loving, appreciative kisses into the air
and waved. Gavin barely even noticed how the performer specifically blew a kiss
towards him, mouthing something that wasn’t quite readable. He melted -
absolutely melted in his seat and closed his eyes with a smile.
 
What a teasing git, you are, Michael, he chuckled.
 
It had to have been Michael. Those eyes and that smile - it had to be. It
explained why he didn’t show up tonight, because he was on stage. It hadto be.
 
When the curtains closed, Gavin almost tripped over his two own feet getting up
from the chair. He looked around quickly to see the all of the men - masters
and pets and all - not paying so much attention to him and Gavin bolted up
towards the corners of the stage, easily slipping through the curtains.
 
He felt the wind rushing past his fingers as he looked around in the blinding
darkness, wide eyed, and hopeful to see the truth behind that wonderful,
fabulous M.
 
There was still smoke that clouded the air and Gavin breathed happily, enjoying
the lovely smell of strawberry tobacco that filled his nostrils. The clouds did
not help with his eyes adjusting, but he pushed his hands forward to try and
act as some sort of key to help him move around until he bumped into something
- or rather, someone. Warm, soft squish of skin was groped by Gavin as he wore
a playful smile - bear skinned mounds of the showgirls plump ass were now
grabbed tight.
 
“Jesus!” the familiar voice exclaimed before Gavin felt tight, tight fingers
around his arms, squeezing hard enough that Gavin had to bit his lip and squeal
in order to go without making a single sound that would end up ratting him out.
“The fuck are you doing behind here? Get out! Get your hands off of me!"
 
“M - Michael? Michael, is it? It’s Michael, right?” Gavin knew he sounded like
an utter fool by repeating his name over and over again, but he was sure it was
absolutely him. The man in the shadow cloak with the same sparkling eyes and
beautiful, gleaming smile. It had to be. Gavin released his hands from the
showgirl, apologizing softly. He heard frantic shuffling and clacking of
expensive shoes as the showgirl was putting back on his skirt.
 
The performer was silent, but his fingers still remained tight on Gavin’s arms
as the ginger choked on fragments of words that tried to come from his mouth.
The long, colored nails began to dig in and Gavin gritted his teeth, whining
just a little bit and crushing his eyes clothed.
 
“Oh, you son of a bitch,” the voice sounded relieved and suddenly, there was
laughter that filled the tight, clouded air between them. Gavin’s tension
finally released as he began to laugh, as well, smiling through the darkness,
hoping that Michael would see his smile; it seemed that smiles were acting like
keys in order to realize true identity. “You mother fucking -- G - Gavin?
Gavin, is it? You're the guy that I've been eyeing...the man I talked to the
other night…”
 
“Y-yeah!” Gavin noticed Michael’s fingers were still tight around his arms,
albeit, pulling very softly to where they were sinking down to his hands. The
Brit sighed happily, grin not going away as he continued, “I-I knew it had to
be you...You didn’t show up to sit by me tonight…P-plus you eyes - those
gorgeous eyes - and that smile, I knew.”
 
Michael was giggling, his fingers now lacing around the spaces of Gavin’s hands
as he swung them happily and lightly. Gavin could feel the heat surrounding
them - like the clouded, smoky air. A light blush, it was.
 
“You were beautiful,” Gavin finished, finally smiling and feeling free enough
to nuzzle his face into the ginger’s hair. “God, that show you put on tonight -
- all of the men were nearly on their knees. Your - your body was just...”
 
“You really think so?” Michael teased bashfully, smirking as Gavin laughed -
almost in shock.
 
“Are you kiddin’?! They bloody loved it!...J-just as I did…" the Brit tangled
his fingers tighter against Michael's and he smiled. "M - my favorite part was
when you...showed off."
 
"That one was for you," the showgirl replied just above a whisper. "The first
time I saw you, I knew I had to...have you..." he giggled, bringing Gavin's
hands to his face, nuzzling them. "Damn, and that fucking accent of yours. I
knew you were mine."
 
Gavin had felt the heated blood rise and weld up in his cheeks as he chucked in
almost positive embarrassment. "Thank you, love...I swear I fell in love when I
saw you dance...only a beautiful temptress is capable of such beautiful,
seductive moves."
 
"I know much more, doll," the showgirl giggled twirling himself around in
Gavin's arms. The Brit quickly reacted, gasping lightly as he wrapped his arms
around Michael as the showgirl’s twirl ended him up pressed into his back.
Michael then giggled, almost hysterically. The showgirl was smiling that smiled
the broke through the darkness, but it also helped that Gavin's eyes had
adjusted to the darkness.
 
"You know how to dance?" Michael smirked, his head tilting back into Gavin's
chest. Gavin gulped, his arms tightening around the showgirl and he forced a
quiet chuckle.
 
"The piano...the music in the background - it's in 6/8 time...perfect for a
waltz."
 
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6," Michael counted, humming softly as he swayed his hips
against the Brit.Gavin's arms rocked back and forth at the movement, completely
appalled at the reality that was happening.
 
"Such a performer you are..." he whispered against the ginger’s ear, nosing it
lightly - affectionately. "You know how to entertain and please all while
knowing how to waltz..."
 
"Ballet, as well," he giggled, pulling himself out of Gavin's wrapping arms and
twirling himself to where he faced the Brit again, his hands held. He began to
shift his hips to the tempo of the music that played, beginning to count, "1,
2, 3, 4, 5, 6."
 
"You're beautiful," Gavin's lips were pursed as he began to move and shift with
the rhythm of Michael’s movements, complimenting them as they both spun and
twirled with each other. "I am just...in shock...you actually fancy me."
 
"You're just so...amazing. The way you carry yourself - not like most men.
Especially like those rough masters...they're so intimidating - the thought of
owning a person..."
 
"You don't like them?" Gavin smiled, continuing to grab a hold of Michael's
hands and holding them tightly, pulling him close until their chests touched.
It was a spark - a spark that ran through him both, Gavin could feel it.
 
"I'm just afraid...especially with the bar keep..."
 
"I'm sorry, love..." Gavin whispered, twirling Michael against his fingers,
spinning the showgirl around and around until he giggled and smiled.
 
"It's funny. He talks talks a lot like you..."
 
Gavin's eyes widened a little, but he didn't say anything. The thought of the
barkeep beating him, Michael - no, he couldn't bear it.
 
"He must be awful..." were all the words Gavin said. Michael giggled again.
 
"He says I'm his favorite...that's good, isn't it?"
 
Gavin leaned into Michael, shifting his weight deeply as he pulled Michael
close, spinning with him in the darkness.
 
"Where'd you learn how to dance?" Michael's voice was soft and smooth as silk.
"I've seen you around out out my window, laying in the cow field...you don't
have a home - so where did you learn to dance?"
 
Gavin chuckled, a flame of embarrassment rising in his chest before he
answered, "my father taught me when I was little...We danced together and he
would praise how good I was. I then taught my previous lover...I miss them
both...even though my previous engagement and I...didn't really get along..."
 
"I'm sorry for all of that, my doll," Michael kissed Gavin's chin, making the
Brit gasp in surprise before Michael continued, "the barkeep taught
me...whenever he's drunk, he always asks to dance and soon enough, he taught me
how to waltz..." he spun into Gavin's arms and he continued to shift his weight
against Gavin's body, rubbing his back and rear into the Brit - purposefully.
Gavin cursed himself, and almost Michael, for the showgirl to have had let his
tight skirt back on. He felt warmth from from the underlying skin and he sighed
happily as he felt the ginger press his rear into him harder. He cursed softly
when he felt his excitement beginning to surge down into his groin.
 
"Damn it, Michael...God, please damn it to Hell - you aren't a human, you
seducing demon, you," the Brit hummed, spinning the performer around once again
and the ginger laughed.
 
"Forgive me. God, you're easy to excite aren't you?"
 
"You bloody teased me with your ass!" Gavin hissed almost too loudly, his steps
of the rhythm faltering slightly. "I'm surprised at myself for lasting as long
as I did before passing out."
 
"My doll," Michael giggled, finally taking Gavin's hands tightly and spinning
him around. Gavin was grinning, pulling Michael close and dipping the
showgirl’s leg into his inner thigh, tilting him down and backwards until the
ginger bent perfectly back, their chest pressed together and their noses
practically touching.
 
The music stopped and Michael grinned, rubbing the skin of his nose against
Gavin's. It was so warm and smooth, he nearly lost himself in the nuzzling
until he grinned, stopping himself.
 
"I swear, I've barely known you for a week, and I promise...you're all I
need...My, you're practically still a stranger...May I have and kiss, kind
stranger?"
 
"God wouldn't be able to stop me if he tried..." Gavin breathed, dipping his
face into Michael's.
 
Their lips connected and Michael moaned, hugging the Brit tightly, all while
still holding onto him. It was warm, warm and tasted of ale and strawberry
tobacco...
 
There was applause, for the pianist, but when they parted, Michael smiled.
 
"They're cheering for us..."
 
"No, darling, they're cheering for you, my beautiful dancer," Gavin kissed
Michael once again with vigor, moaning softly as Michael had began to jut his
hips upward to sit up until they stood together, lips still attached hungrily.
Gavin could not picture anything more perfect in his whole entire life - the
only thing to come good besides the dancing that his father had taught him long
ago
 
And if it weren’t for the dancing, then there wouldn’t be anything -
especially Michael.

                                       ~

It was late in the night and Gavin still stood behind the curtains, trying his
best to not peek out. He just stood there, waiting, all alone as the bar closed
down. It was late. Very late. Gavin estimated that he’s been sitting behind the
still curtains on the stage for about 30 minutes now. Michael promised he’d be
back after he make sure that the coast was clear with the barkeep. Gavin had
heard some conversations - very muffled and quiet - and he couldn’t make out
entirely of what they were composed of. He heard the scatter of a new voice
that did not belong to the showgirl. At moments, Gavin could swear that the new
voice did, in fact, have a English accent. It was smooth and quiet - it didn’t
sound like anything of a hateful barkeep.
 
At times, he heard Michael’s sweet voice ringing through the air until there
was a sudden silence. Everything was very dark - nearly pitch black and Gavin
yawned. Had Michael gone to bed with the barkeep? Gavin sighed and laid on his
side, yawning once again.
 
There weren’t anymore voices or conversations and nothing to keep Gavin from
closing his eyes to rest. And before he knew it, it was asleep.

                                       ~

“Wake up, doll,” giggled a voice. Gavin felt a hand lightly tapping his face,
almost even playfully smacking. Gavin shakily opened his eyes to the voice, but
there was no point. All he saw was darkness, the sudden realization that he
fell asleep on the stage was sinking in. He felt warm hands touching him,
gripping tight on his arms as he then felt weight beginning to straddle him.
 
“W-wha, M - Micoo?” Gavin asked, fuzzy and tired.
 
“Shhh, don’t be so loud,” answered the showgirl. “He finally went to sleep. It
took almost an hour…”
 
Gavin exhaled, trying his best to keep his voice quiet as he continued, “A -
are you sure this is okay?”
 
“I’m sure of it. Once he finally falls asleep, he’s passed out. He’s a heavy
sleeper; the alcohol usually helps too.”
 
Gavin smirked, carefully nuzzling his face against Michael’s to touch his lips
before kissing them. The performer’s lips were soft and plump, possibly quite
relaxed and rested after a small nap. They were warm, as well, making Gavin hum
in happiness as he felt Michael slide his tongue softly against his lips. The
motion was relaxed and slow and made the Brit absolutely melt inside. Michael’s
warm legs were now bare - he no longer wore the expensive high thighs with the
laces around the hems. From the thin feel, as well, Gavin could tell that
Michael was wearing just his underwear. Gavin smiled against Michael’s lips
before pulling away, sitting up with the Lad in his lap.
 
“Why did you make me stay, Micheal?” Gavin teasingly asked, already knowing the
answer. Michael whined before playing pushing Gavin down on the stage floor.
Gavin grunted softly, smiling as he felt Michael’s hands grasping against, his,
pinning him down.
 
“Aw, come on, you’re cute. Please don’t tell me you’re stupid,” the showgirl
answered, giggling softly. He pulled himself close to Gavin’s face, kissing him
deeply before shifting his weight all in Gavin’s lap. The Brit could feel
Michael’s hardness poking against the fabrics and against his groin. Gavin
groaned as he felt the excitement from the kissing also beginning to affect
him. He slightly clung to the ginger tighter, beginning to softly grind against
Michael for some sort of rubbing relief. Michael didn’t respond except for
hands tightly clenching against Gavin, lips warmly rubbing against Gavin’s in
the kiss.
 
The Brit smiled, humming against the soft lips before Gavin finally peeks his
hands away from Michael’s. His fingers trails upward until they hooked against
the soft, very thin and small silky fabric that was Michael’s undergarments.
The performer gasped in through his nose and he pulled away. Gavin could
almost feel the smile that radiated off of the showgirl.
 
“Come on, sweetheart, is that anyway to treat a lady you’ve recently met?”
 
“Oh, I’ll treat you right,” Gavin whispered low, his accent shooting out in the
strongest of way and made the showgirl shudder above him.
 
“Oh, God, Jesus,” Michael chuckled. “I didn’t realize that you were such
a promising talker.”
 
Gavin kissed Michael’s nose, beginning to itch his fingers on Michael’s skin.
The warmth and softness of the smooth skin made him smile and he was
mentally begging to pull down the thin, soft fabric.
 
“I want to treat my showgirl right, tonight….Gotta follow by your rules,
right?” Gavin softly said, his lust accented his voice so full and perfect.
 
“Really, huh? My rules? My, you are a real gentleman, ” the performer finally
just took his hands and pulled his underwear down, stand up to step out of it
before straddling Gavin’s lap again. Gavin could feel the heat that warmed his
skin; he groaned softly at the realization that that perfect performer - the
one who everyone has been so excited about - is on my lap, nearly naked. “How
about I do all of the work, huh? Rule number one.”
 
“Jesus,” Gavin moaned softly, the thought alone nearly driving him insane. “T -
that would be bloody fantastic…”
 
“Yeah, wouldn’t it be? I deserve to treat a client - a cute one with the
smoothest of accents - in such a way,” Michael kissed Gavin quickly and Gavin
responded that beginning to take off his pants, Michael helping out as well
until they tossed them lightly to the side before Michael was on top of Gavin
again. Gavin gasped, feeling Michael completely bare against him. The showgirl
hummed happily, dipping his face down to kiss Gavin once again. “Oh, Jesus,”
Michael whispered. “So hard for me already, aren’t you?”
 
“Yes, Michael…” Gavin answered. “So hard for my performer. Dear, God, you were
having me almost make a mess of myself.”
 
“Make a mess for me, doll,” Michael kissed Gavin’s nose before lowering himself
downward, kissing all around Gavin’s body. His arms trailed up the Brit’s
shirt, rubbing his heated fingers over the hardened nips of Gavin’s chest. The
Brit felt rough, his skin tanned from the sun, and affected by the harsh
conditions of the nature from not having a proper shelter to live in. Gavin
moaned embarrassingly high from the fingers beginning to lightly pinch and
Gavin could feel a thick bead of warm, viscous fluid that seeped out of the
slit of Gavin’s cock. Michael’s hands quickly found the hard member
and relished the soft moan that the Brit produced. Michael licked at the head,
leaving a small, wet trail against Gavin’s tip. The Brit hitched his breath and
spread his legs wide so that Michael could settle himself in between Gavin’s
legs.
 
The licking was teasing and made Gavin whine so much so until he had to force
himself to stop. He felt even more blood rushing south and more beads of precum
weep out, Michael licking them up gratefully. “Yes, just like that,” Gavin
gasped when Michael finally wrapped his lips around the hardness and bob his
head softly. He made sure his tongue was flat and limp, sinking deeper. “God,”
Gavin tried his best to be quiet.
 
Michael took a deep breath of air when he pulled off from Gavin, his hand
beginning to move and jerk at Gavin’s length.
 
“Jeez, you’re going to kill me. I’m not used to having to try and deep throat.”
 
Gavin blushed and grinned, rubbing his fingers proudly in Michael’s hair. “Hey,
you said you were going to do all of the work--”
 
“Yeah, I know, I know, quit your whining,” Michael teased, giving Gavin’s inner
thigh a deep kiss before beginning to sink his lips around the length once
again, hollowing his cheeks out. Gavin tilted his head back in pure pleasure,
releasing a quiet, breathless gasp, ever so tempted to not buck up in Michael’s
mouth. The ginger continued to bob his head, licking all around with the flat
of his tongue and lapping at the head, licking up the sticky precum. Michael
sank down again, this time, opening his mouth wide.
 
Gavin could feel the walls of Michael’s mouth relaxing as he sank lower, until
his lips were at the base of Gavin’s length. The homeless Brit gasped, his
fingers gripping into Michael’s curls. It was so warm and wet, but most of
all tight.
 
“Oh, yes, you little --” Gavin gritted his teeth as Michael hummed deeply,
sending rippling shivers down Gavin’s spine. “Bollocks, I’m gonna lose it and
this will be over earlier than I wanted if you keep doing that, Michael.”
 
He shuddered out a whine when Michael pulled off, licking his lips before
rubbing his wet, blown lips with the back of his hand.
 
“Well, let’s get to the fun part then,” Michael whispered. He leaned close into
Gavin’s neck and kissed it before pulling himself on Gavin once again,
straddling the homeless Brit. “Don’t worry about hurting me...I did some
preparations before I came down here. Good thing, too, my big boy…”
 
“Jesus, please,” Gavin moaned, feeling Michael’s cock rub against his. Michael
was hard and aching, his tip practically soaked from all of the thin juices
that seeped out. “God, that’s such a beautiful thought, Michael, I would’ve
loved to see it...’
 
“Maybe next time, doll…” the showgirl smiled, lifting his body up. “We don’t
have time tonight…”
 
“So, I’ll see you again?” Gavin smiled, his eyes soft - even though he doubt
Michael could even see his eyes.
 
“Of course, doll. I think we get along just...fine…” Michael dragged out those
two last words as he sank down onto Gavin. Michael moaned lightly as Gavin just
dug his nails into Michael’s legs, whimpering at the tightness that Michael’s
rim squeezed. The performer was hot and wet with oil. Gavin groaned, closing
his eyes and trying to to rock into Michael when the ginger pinned him down to
stop him. “Aup, bup, bup, doll. I said I’m doing the work,” the were a sneer
that played the ginger’s voice. “Now, why don’t you just sit back and take it.”
 
“Yes, my mistress,” Gavin grinned, sighing happily when he felt Michael
continuing to sink down on his length, moaning ever so soft and frail - like.
 
“Oh, fuck yes, I knew you were the one for me when I first saw you,” Michael
groaned, sinking fully onto Gavin, using the Brit’s lap as a perfect seat for
him. Gavin sighed at the wetness and tightness, cursing when Michael began to
pull himself upward, just to sink slowly - so fucking slowly - back onto Gavin.
There was a familiar small burn that excited Michael to where it made him smile
and want to go faster and so he did, lifting himself up and down, increasing
his speed.
 
“Jesus, you’re wanting to just milk my knob aren’t you?” Gavin concluded,
exhaling deeply when Michael purposely squeezed around Gavin’s length. He
tilted his head back, hands clasping on the showgirl’s thick hips and helping
the ginger bounce freely on top of him.
 
“Oh, you better fucking believe it,” Michael smiled, moaning happily as he felt
Gavin’s hands beginning to bear down on his thighs. They helped with the
bouncing and Michaels cocked wept with leaking pleasure against his stomach.
There were loose laces of cloth that hung from Michael and dangled from his
chest - soft linens that were possibly the clothes that the showgirl slept in
with the barkeep.
 
Gavin moaned, pulling Michael all the way until his rim just squeeze the very
tip of his head. The wetness was so slick and warm, Gavin bit his lip, rocking
himself in and out of Michael lightly, but never all of the way; it was just a
natural tease that caused the showgirl to whine desperately, aching to be
filled once more.
 
“Damn, you fucking --” Michael growled, taking the Brit’s hands from his thighs
and pinning them backwards, leaving Gavin squawking and giggling in futility as
Michael once again pinned back his wrists against the stage floor. “I’m doing
the work, asshole,” Michael giggled playfully, beginning to rock himself onto
Gavin once again, groaning at the slick stretch that the Brit’s long cock gave
him. It felt nice, especially when the major curve of the length began to play
and tease at the bundle of nerves that drove Michael absolutely insane whenever
he sat perfectly against Gavin. He moaned highly, cock bobbing stiff and wet
with each thrust.
 
Gavin mewled softly, Michael’s tight fingers never giving him a break as the
ginger continued to fuck himself on Gavin’s cock, spewing moans and curses with
ever two or three bounce and thrusts. Gavin ached to move - and it was making
him dizzy and insane when he realized that Michael had him down tight and
pinned.
 
“Oh, God, my little showgirl is quite strong isn’t she? I thought she wanted a
nice, strong gentleman in her life?” Gavin could even barely say the words
clearly and correctly whilst tilting his head back and trying to remain focused
without losing it. He felt thick beads of precum seeping out of his slit and he
was desperate to try to not come in Michael’s tight, warm muscle that continued
to jerk at him.
 
“Fuck you and your words; I’m fucking myself on your long cock whether you like
it or not,” Michael breathlessly replied - his main focus now being to achieve
his orgasm. It was amazing how he could change character so quickly, but Gavin
understood and he bit his lip at just how utterly hot that was.
 
“My performer putting on a show for me, huh?”
 
Michael just whined, his nails digging into the tendons of Gavin’s wrists and
nearly splicing the skin.
 
He continued with such words like “oh, fuck” and “dear, God, yes” until he felt
Michael’s movements faltering, the showgirl groaning as his fingers clamped
down impossibly tighter against Gavin’s wrists. “I - I’m gonna fucking come --”
he choked out, groaning deeply as then, Gavin felt Michael’s muscles slickly
clamping down on his length and he moaned out Michael’s name brokenly.
 
There was heat - a liquid heat that began to seep and soak Gavin’s shirt,
Michael nearly squealing in orgasmic pleasure. Gavin cursed himself and cursed
the darkness for not being able to see it. He pictured Michael’s face just
being able to release such heat in fat streams - Gavin could only imagine
how beautiful it really looked.
 
“Fuck!” Michael managed to finally choke out some primitive English, but it was
some for that matter. He was gasping, legs shaking violently as he began to try
his very best to continue his movement in hopes that he could let his homeless
Brit that was under him get a proper release.
 
Gavin shushed at Michael, his heart now racing and frightened from how loud the
showgirl was. He was genuinely scared of how they could get caught and so Gavin
began to sit up, Michael still seated perfectly in his lap. Their lips met -
loose, hot, and wet - as Gavin began to rock himself into Michael, making the
performer moan desperately from his post-orgasmic ecstasy in his lips. They
were muffled and silent, but still sound all the more greedy with want as Gavin
began to rock faster and faster. The wet sound of skin slapping against each
other was light, but filled the empty room and it only excited Gavin more with
both the feeling of thrill and lust as he moaned roughly against Michael’s
lips. He felt the showgirl perfectly begin to squeeze his muscles and tighten,
making Gavin release the ginger’s lips and moan embarrassingly high.
 
“Fuck, Michael,” Gavin pronounced, gasping. “I’m…”
 
“Yes, baby,” Michael giggled. “Come for your little lady - come for me…She
needs it so badly.”
 
“Fuck,” Gavin exhaled, gritting his teeth as he felt the shocking waves of
euphoria and bliss beginning to rock and ripple through his body. He rolled his
eyes back and closed them at heat enveloped him fully as he shakily rocked ever
so small and light into the performer’s squeezing, wet entrance before he
finally pulled away, shuddering softly. “God.”
 
“You’ve made me all wet…” Michael hissed, kissing Gavin deeply before tightly
pulling at his shirt and arms and digging his nails into the skin. It was such
a pinching, excited pain that Gavin moaned at. It was a break from the numbing
heat that surrounded him and left him breathless.
 
“Michael...You are the most amazing being to have ever been created,” Gavin
spewed with loose lips, almost like a drunkard. Michael kissed Gavin’s nose
before replying with a small noise - a coo that almost mimicked a kitten or a
dove.
 
“And you are my knight who has saved me for the night…”

Gavin never understood what Michael really meant until nearly a year later,
when everything went to shambles. That night, he was completely clueless as was
then hopping out of the double doors of the saloon, still trying to put on his
pants as he moved. As he scampered out of the building, he looked behind him to
see Michael quietly moving out up the stairs; when Gavin was back laying in the
field, he couldn’t help but dream of actually having to stay with Michael and
sleep with him through the night knowing that he would be okay and away from
the saloon.  
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***** Clarity. (Ray I, Michael/Geoff I) *****
Chapter Summary
     Ray begins to realize how society truly view little boys.
     Geoff begins to realize why Michael never appreciates his company.
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Ray’s legs dangled from the window, lightly kicking them against the wall. His
arms were folded in a bored pout and huff, the gun knocking against the wall
everytime he shifted his weight slightly. There was absolutely nothing more
boring to the small Lad than doing his job as night watch. It has been weeks
since something excited had happened to him and that was when he found the lost
pet, Gavin. Since then, everything has been dead and especially at night. No
other sound was heard except for the faint cry of a lone wolf that lurked on
the mountainside. Ray would always pretend to aim his rifle at the sound of the
howls, “cock” it by making the ”chck-chck” noise, and the fire with a ”pewwww”.
He’s always wondered what it really would be like to shoot a rifle or, better
yet, shoot it to defeat an outlaw.
 
He would daydream about becoming someone that he would always look up to; a
person who could be protective, especially towards a pet. Since Gavin’s
arrival, the thought of being able to nurture and care for such a pretty thing
as a pet was always taking place in Ray’s mind especially when it came to
nights like these.
 
His eyes were beginning to lid with heavy sleep, soft little heaves of breaths
sighing out occasionally.Nothing was allowing him to keep awake during the
silence of the night and so he drifted off, his head falling against the wooden
panel of the window.
 
                                       ~
 
Gavin was snoring gently, his face planted against his master's chest. Ryan
took loose, aimless fingers and petted them through the pet's thin hair. He
continued to watch at the window, seeing the silhouetted, small figure finally
stop moving his legs against the wall. His head was limp against the frame of
the window, indicating to the master that he was asleep.
 
"Looks as if our tiny Lad decided to turn in for the night, as well as my
pretty pet," the man said aloud, but to himself, looking down at the sleeping
Brit. Gavin cooed soft and weak, nuzzling into Ryan's touch when the mate
master took his open palms and began to massage at his sides.
 
Gavin was not naked due to the fact that tonight was a chilly one. Ryan told
his pet to prepare for a long night as he bundled him up with a long sleeved
shirt and heavy pants. During the time, Gavin didn't really understand until
they began to watch for almost an hour at the playful, pretending teenager
shoot fake bullets with his rifle. That was a while ago, maybe an hour or so.
The night was only beginning to settle in while the town was closing down for
sleep. He saw the lights of the bar that Geoff owned beginning to dim away and
he remembered the talk that he had with the barkeep.
 
“I’ll be damned if I let you go near that boy. He’s a good kid, keep’s the
watch at Pattilo’s place. He doesn’t need you to interfere with his independent
life.”
 
“God, you possess such a naive mind! Listen to you! He’s how old now,
thirteen?” Ryan huffed.
 
“Fifteen to be exact, moron,” Geoff spat. “I know because I gave him some
liqour. I wouldn’t have given it to him if he were any younger.”
 
“God, you do have a naive mind. That boy belongs with me and my pet, not alone
in some shack and working late nights trying to stop outlaws who could kill
him. He isn’t built for it, Geoff, he’s built gently with caring, creamy hands
and a soft, loving  waist that would fit perfectly in my arms. My pet and I
would take care of him as if he were a goddess.”
 
“I strongly disagree with that.”
 
Geoff and Ryan had fought that night while he knew his pet was upstairs messing
with the barkeep’s. Ryan was honestly surprise that he didn’t hear any whines
of his or Geoff's pet from the argument downstairs. Usually when it comes to
heated arguments with loud yelling, the pets would beg for it to stop. Ryan
figured that didn't happen due to the fact that the two pets were two busy with
each other.
 
Since the past, Ryan and Geoff never really met eye to eye on any situation at
all, but the Gent could really care less. A few years back before Ryan even
thought about becoming a master, Geoff and him had relations of their own but
it lasted for only seven full moons before Geoff had booted Ryan out the door
with a broken heart and teary eyes. They were outlaws, themselves. They were
wanted in almost every county from Travis to Buffalo with a record of stealing
from banks and even hijacking a train. That was when Ryan cared for no one
except for himself and showed it by breaking the laws and not being an adequate
lover. He says he doesn't regret it, but he doesn't even know if that is
entirely true, himself.
 
Gavin cooed soft and tender in his arms when they saw Ray continuing to shoot
fake bullets at the mountain earlier in the night. Ryan huffed a scoff.
 
"Pretty boy like that with such tender hands shouldn't know how to handle a
gun, or even try to for that matter. That's a husband's job; not a mistress,"
Ryan tossed a stray rock into the air, catching it when it came back down. "And
Lord knows,  he's too pretty for that."
 
"He is lovely," Gavin had said at the time before he fell asleep. "But he seems
tough and rough. Let him try to shoot a gun if he pleases."
 
"But he doesn't know how to shoot. Jesus, Pattillo doesn't know what he's
thinking letting a boy like that to watch for criminals at night. Little boys
like that will end up getting killed, raped --God," Ryan didn't want to think
about it. The mere thought of his potential wife to be harmed and abused like
that drove him nearly mad. "In the morning I am going to talk to Jack. Force
him to reconsider letting this boy keep watch."
 
"Jack is only trying to help, master." Gavin gave Ryan a tender kiss, trying to
distract him from such anger. "Don't interfere."
 
"Is my quarry telling me what I should or shouldn't do?" Ryan playfully nipped
at Gavin, causing the pet to blush. "I don't think is your place to tell me
that..."
 
"Forgive me, sir, " Gavin licked at the master's cheek. "Was only trying to --"
 
"I understand, Gavin," Ryan chuckled, nuzzling his nose against the Brit's.
"God knows, though, that little boys like that should be in bed, kissing and
licking at their husbands and pets - properly preparing to bare a child with
those lush, lovely hips of his. Not hold a gun. "
 
"God! You're improper. Thinking of a small bloke like that and saying such a
thing. You haven't even gotten to know him,  master," Gavin groaned when he
felt Ryan lick at his lips, hearing his deep laugh ring through the air.
"You're a horny, perverted master, you are."
 
"Been wanting a mistress, pretty, don't you dare begin to judge me based on my
behavior right now. You want to plant your seed as deep as I do in that lovely
Lad , don't even think you don't," Ryan gritted out a grin, sending his pet
into his lap and kissing him.
 
Gavin squawked out a noise that cause the master to plant his hand over the
pet’s mouth in order to keep him quiet. Ryan chuckled when he felt Gavin’s
cheeks light up in a heated blaze, little whines and whimpering involuntarily
leaving his lips.
 
“Oh, you’re thinking about it, aren’t you, love?” Ryan whispered. “You’re
thinking about being able to fuck that little boy and making him hold your own
child, aren’t you? I could picture it now, myself, quite honestly...You two
sitting by the fire, you laying on the rug with a lazy yet prideful smile on
your face as you sleepily cuddling  against his swollen belly, kissing it. You
would be a proud father.”
 
“I would, master…” Gavin whimpered, his arms folding in as a sign of defense.
“I would be so happy if that would happen, dear; I’ve even been telling Michael
about it, that’s how I’ve been wanting it so badly…”
 
“My perverted pet, you take after me so much it’s almost as if we are
identical…However, if you even think about taking him, before I get a chance
to, it’ll take an army to stop me from punishing you; I’ll first make you bare
a child,” Ryan kissed at Gavin’s lips, sending his pet into a purr, rutting up
against him uncomfortably. The threatening talk was just making Gavin whine in
a messy, wanting buzz.
 
“You’ve made me all excited again, master,” the Brit whimpered. "I can't touch
him, sir?"
 
"Of course you may. It would be a delight to watch you two rub your cocks
together, get all messy and wet with each other. My pet, opening my wife with
that wonderful tongue of yours, making him into a complete mess of himself. I'm
sure he'd taste lovely."
 
Gavin whined, continuing to rut up uncomfortably against his master.
 
“God, I want to lick, master. Lick until he's all wet and begging for your
thick cock..." The master nuzzled into the pet's hair, kissing him in
thankfulness of the praise. "B - but, sir how do you even know that the little
boy is capable to even get pregnant in the first place?”
 
Ryan made a little hum, settling down in the grass and allowing Gavin to lay on
him. Gavin slotted onto him perfectly as if they were the two fitting pieces to
a puzzle. “I can tell. He has those hips. Those are the kind of hips that would
make any master take off their hat in dignity in a way they would do a woman,
but better.” Gavin cooed happily and understandingly as he situated himself on
top of Ryan, dipping his head down onto the master’s chest. He could hear the
light thump, thump, thump of Ryan’s heart beginning to soothe him to sleep.
 
When he did close his eyes, he immediately dreamed of that scene that his
master talked about before: laying beside of the Lad by a warming fire,
snuggling up against the pregnant boy who would be holding a child, his child.
The mistress would soon be in his lap, Gavin kissing and rubbing at the swollen
stomach just to feel little hands and feet kicking at his hands.
 
He would do the same if the Lad were holding his master’s, but for Ray to bare
it and Gavin being able to call it his own was possibly the greatest thing that
Gavin could think of. Long ago, he wanted to do the same to Michael, but Gavin
tries not to focus on the things that ‘could have been’. He is just happy that
the ginger pet and him were able to meet once again.
 
Ryan continued to look at the limp, obscured boy that laid against the window
until the little pricks of sleep beginning to ping at his eyes. He yawned one
or two times, body sinking deeper into the grass with comfort. His pet provided
warmth as he was curled against the master’s body, nose into the crook of his
neck and lips brushing up against his skin. Ryan absolutely adored his pet and
wouldn’t give him up for the world. As much as he loved Gavin and as much as
the Brit has been loyal to him being a proper mate, Ryan yearned for a partner
of whom he could call his wife. He was always afraid that Gavin would become
jealous and so he’s never brought up the subject of having a mistress around
until the day that they both met the little boy.
 
Ryan knew then that he was the one.
 
                                       ~
 
Ryan was awoken by a crowing rooster as the early dawn began to break over the
horizon. He sleepily muttered a soft curse, feeling that there was an extreme
ache on his side. He determined that he fell asleep with Gavin still clinging
to him, his pet’s weight making his side ache. Ryan still kissed him awake,
however, shaking the pet lightly so that Gavin may wake up.
 
“It’s morning, my dear. We have to leave.”
 
Gavin yawned, stretching his body, back arching like a cat would do after a
nice nap. With a few clicks of his lips and with hands desperate in trying to
rub the sleep from his eyes, Gavin finally sat up, feeling Ryan grab and dig
his nails into him.
 
“We must hurry so that no one can spot us. The Sheriff would hang us for spying
on a small Lad like this,” Ryan took a look at the window to see that the boy
was still laying there in the same position as hours before when he first fell
asleep. This time, however, the details were beginning to reveal themselves on
Ray’s face. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were gently closed so tender, Ryan
couldn’t help but sigh, dreaming of being able to wake up to that face in the
morning along with his pretty pet. He dreamed of his pet being able to kiss his
soon-to-be mistress awake and play with him as Ryan hunted for food. It would
be a perfect life for them all.
 
That dream seemed all but a reality at this point and as the two sat up to
begin to leave, Gavin whined. “Sir, when will we talk to him? I don’t think
it’s quite moral to watch him like this.”
 
“It’s not so much watching him just for the Hell of it as the fact that I am
worried for his life. I will be damned if there were an outlaw ready to have at
my boy. They would drag him from that window, dirty hands ready to muck up his
pretty thighs as they please.”
 
Gavin made a frightened nose, snuggling his face into the master’s chest before
they began to walk, his eyes remaining on the sleeping Lad in the window nearly
at all times. In his honest opinion, he doesn’t believe that Ryan should be
calling the boy his “soon-to-be mistress” when, in fact, Ray barely even knows
who he is. The only connection between the two was, honestly, the pet, himself.
However, he couldn’t blame the handsome master. Back in the past, Gavin wanted
the same for him and Michael.
 
“What are going to do today, master?” Gavin yawned, feeling Ryan’s hand
settling on the side of his waist as they began to walk past the mountain. Ryan
hummed softly, contemplating the actual question, himself.
 
“We are going to talk some sense into Pattillo. Keeping a small boy up like
that up there at night is nearly sickening to me.”
 
“What if he likes to hunt, master?”
 
“Hunt!” Ryan scoffed. “Little boys like that shouldn’t hunt.”
 
“Just because you believe he shouldn’t, master, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t
like to hunt,” Gavin whimpered when he felt Ryan’s hands tightening on his
waist in a light heat of anger. He cooed out a soft apology, but the master
grunted in reply before saying, “I forgive you.”
 
The two finally sat down near a pasture, Gavin laying and cuddling in the grass
like he used to when he laid in the old cow field back in Tarantula. Ryan laid
beside him, his arms snaking around the pet’s waist and humming comfortingly
before speaking, “I’m worried for him, Gavin. I don’t want that little boy to
get hurt.”
 
“I understand, sir,” Gavin cooed, cuddling close into Ryan’s body. He could
smell the faint scent of dirt on his master, but it was accompanied by the
natural scent of sweet apples when they were out in the field picking at the
orchard trees. Gavin imagined what that would be like with the mistress around;
him and Ray would pick at the apples and eat at the berries as the master would
be hunting for their food. Gavin and Ray would make the most delicious of
deserts and they would snuggle and perhaps even mess around a little with licks
and kisses that would send the mistress into a complete, begging mess. Gavin
imagined dipping his face and lips into the little boy's cheeks and lick at his
tight, virgin rim. The taste would be so deep and lush, Gavin could swear that
he would not stop until the mistress would mess himself, spilling all over his
little stomach with warm cream that the pet would be more than happy to lick
up. What if he would be begging for master to take him? Gavin could only
imagine such a perfect thought.
 
"I'm still resting, my dear pet. Allow me to sleep for a little while
longer..." Ryan planted his lips against his pet's and cooed lovingly. "We will
then go talk to Mr. Pattillo "
 
"Would you allow me to visit my boy, Michael?" Gavin asked just above a
whisper. "It would be lovely if you'd let me. He's been having trouble with his
own master and perhaps I could cheer him up."
 
Ryan sighed, turning over to where his back was towards Gavin. The pet wrapped
his arms around the master, kissing his broad back lightly. It was almost an
apologetic notion; Gavin knew better than to have asked.
 
"I have nothing against the pet, my Gavin, but we have to focus on the
important matters at hand. I'm planning to court that little boy and all you're
thinking about is being able to bury your cock in that past showgirl of a pet.
Shouldn't you be focused on preparing for little Ray about to be in our life?"
 
Gavin blushed a furious red, biting his lips and stuffing his tongue against
his teeth. He was honestly offended by his master's words, but he said nothing
except "yes sir, sorry sir." He wanted to visit Michael and he softly muttered
an annoyed slur, burying his face into the master's jacket, inhaling his scent
deeply. As much as he disagreed with the Gent, he still loved him deeply. He
tried not to think about such a sad thought as Michael suffering under the
sadness that he felt with the conflict between him and his master and instead,
he tried to focus on Ray once again. The pretty Lad that was previously bloated
with a litter of children was now normal sized. Now the beautiful Lad wore a
gorgeous white dress, the kind that would make any bride jealous and green with
envious passion.
 
Gavin smiled as he imagined the wedding that would take place between his
master and the little Lad; it would be one to remember for certain and he hopes
that perhaps one day, it would come true.
 
                                       ~
 
Ray awoke in a jolt from the sudden slamming of a door. He gasped with his head
looking back to see Jack standing there with a frown on his face.
 
"Are you okay, boy?" he asked, beginning to Walt towards the Lad. Ray stammered
slightly, fumbling on words that he didn't know how to speak from the sudden,
jolting surprise of being awoken.
 
"Yes, sir. I must have accidentally dozed off during the middle of the night. I
really do apologize for that..."
 
Jack sighed, raising an eyebrow before beginning to run down the stairs and to
the store area of where his business took place. Ray tried to stand up with
wobbly, tingling legs and began to follow the store keep down the stairs. He
saw Jack looking through the store, checking upon the shelves to see if
anything was missing. Ray gulped, feeling a lump in his throat rising; the
feeling of total and complete failure began to grow strong. "I didn't mean to
sleep, sir. I've been having some really bad times of trying to get to sleep."
 
"Just don't let it happen again," Jack looked into the register, beginning to
count the money. Ray felt more nervous than ever as he heard the numbers of
counting beginning to find through his ears as the store keep counted the
register out. Thankfully, all 50 dollars were accounted for in the register
along with the extra 300 in the safe and the boy sighed in relief when he saw
Jack shutting the small door of the iron box. "Doesn't seem like anything is
missing. I trust you, Ray, but please try not to fall asleep while keeping
watch. A lot of bad things can happen."
 
"I understand, sir..." Ray settled his gun on his back. "Sorry again."
 
"Take care, boy," Jack said passed the ringing of the cow bell as Ray left the
door.
 
                                       ~
 
The bar was musky and smelled of men. There was a very unsettling, unnerving
feel to the building when the boy walked in. There were men at the bar being
served by the barkeep, Geoff. Ray found himself to be mesmerized by how quickly
the barkeep could mix and pour the proper drinks just add quickly as the men
ordered them. His inky arms were flying through the air, grabbing bottles and a
mixer. Ray barely even noticed that Geoff even acknowledged his presence.
 
"Hey, kiddo!" the barkeep greeted. Ray smiled, taking his gun off of his body
and leaning or against the wall. Two of the men sitting at the bar were holding
hands, wedding rings showing clearly. Ray noted that they were possibly the
most beautiful of rings he'd ever seen in his life. They chuckled when they saw
how wide the enticed, curious boy's eyes were.
 
"Got something to say, kid?" asked the man from the couple who didn't wear
glasses. He wore a star badge, telling Ray immediately that he was the town's
sheriff. Ray was blushing in embarrassment, realizing that he was starting.
 
"No, Sheriff Heyman, sir." Ray had never seen the sheriff before, but he heard
all about him during the time that Gavin went missing from his master. He bowed
his head, as if trying to tip an invisible hat. Heyman chucked, nudging his
husband of which Ray assumed was the town owner, Burns. Burnie Burns, to be
exact. Ray has heard so many stories about his and Heyman’s relationship. They
are what the town calls the most vintage of relationships considering the fact
that Heyman and Burns were married even before the town was created.
 
"He didn't mean to stare, sheriff, he's just a curious kid. He's been curious
since he found that pet," Geoff smiled, leaning against the bar. Heyman looked
over at the Lad, shooting him a smile.
 
“How cute,” he simply said before pausing for a little to think about his next
words. “Having a pet can be one of the most wonderful things for a person to
ever have. Being a master is simply amazing. Burnie and I were masters at one
point until…” he pursed his lips, but gave a small smile. “Well, we can’t help
fate when it comes around, now can we?” The sheriff's voice all but broke
completely as the tension of discomfort was tight in his tone.

Ray felt the pain in his heart when he heard that knowing immediately that
their pet had passed in some way or another. Burns kissed at Heyman’s hand,
nuzzling into the man’s neck lightly and whispering something indistinctly into
the husband’s ear. Ray tried to pay no mind, but it was hard enough being the
curious teenager that he was. He saw Geoff inch his finger towards him,
signalling him to come over. The teenager obeyed, hopping towards the barkeep
and master.
 
“Listen here,” Geoff whispered once Ray was near earshot of him. He leaned in
close, placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go
upstairs and keep Michael company? Earlier, I caught him flirting with some
unkempt and very unfit men. Sorry excuses of masters is what I call them,”
Geoff brushed some dirt off of the boy’s arm before giving him a smile. “I’ve
always told Michael to stop trying to toy with other men and boys, but he has
that fire in him, you know? Once a previous performer, he can’t stop with that
life, I’ve determined.”
 
Ray nodded, trying to understand where Geoff was going at, but for the life of
him he couldn’t. After a few more words, Geoff patted the Lad on his back,
motioning him to move up the stairs. Slowly, Ray obeyed, beginning to climb up
without even saying a word. Before he got to the second floor, however, he took
a look down to see the sheriff and the town’s owner sharing a deep, yet sad
kiss. Their arms were wrapped tight around each other in an embracing hug that
Ray could only wish for if he were to have a pet or lover of his own. A single
tear slid down the cheek of the sheriff, making Ray look away and try not to
cry on his own.
 
Whatever happened to their loving pet, Ray didn’t want to know. He didn’t want
to think about such sad thoughts as he wanted to be a master, himself. He
didn’t want to know what it’s like to lose something near and dear to his heart
like that.
 
He continued upward, remaining his eyes away from the two. There was a pressure
against his chest as he walked down the hallway, seeing a dim light
illuminating from underneath the crack of the door. Ray knocked
once...twice...and even three times before there was a response. It was a
sleepy coo, one that’s he never heard before and he could have sworn that it
was possibly one of the most beautiful things that he could ever hear.
 
“Who is it?” muttered Michael languidly.
 
“It’s Ray,” the boy smiled sadly when he heard the silent pause coming from the
other side of the door. “I’ve come to just visit.”
 
The door opened, revealing a shy Michael peeping his eyes in between the door
as he cracked it opened.
 
“Is Geoff with you?” he asked. Ray looked down the hallway and shook his head
‘no’. That is when Michael let him in, opening the door to its full potential.
“Good,” he said.
 
“What’s wrong with you and Geoff?” Ray asked, walking into the room. He
immediately plopped on the bed, kick his legs against the sides like he did to
the window much earlier in the night before. “Did he tie you up again?”
 
“No,” Michael muttered. “He just sent me up here. He’s being a real fucking
asshole right now.”
 
“How is that?” Ray laid on the bed, gasping slightly in surprise when he felt
Michael also crawling on the bed beside him. The pet’s leg slightly crossed
with Ray’s, their knees buckling together in a lace. Ray was shaking slightly
from nervousness as he saw that Michael was dressed his “normal” attire. He
wore thin thigh highs once again with lacy lavender colored underwear as his
only means of having clothing to cover himself. The ginger sighed a dramatic
breath, plopping into the bed.
 
“I was trying to dance...I was dancing around and just do what I normally did
before I ever became a pet. It’s been so long since I’ve danced for anybody and
so I was really enjoying all of the attention that I was getting from all of
the men who were at the bar. I guess most of them noticed my collar, though,
and they were getting excited. I didn’t mind; I’m a strong guy. I know what is
right and wrong and I would never think about being a whore of a pet and
disgrace my master, but…” Michael sighed, wrapping an arm around Ray’s. The
teenager flinched at the warmed of the skin contact against his. Never before
has he ever laid this close with someone, let alone actually have them touch
him in such a seemingly romantic way. “Geoff sent me up here…”
 
“He was only trying to protect you. He doesn’t want stupid, old, burly men
touching his pretty pet,” Ray smiled, daring to put a finger into one of the
curls of the ginger pet. He could have sworn that there was a faint purr that
Michael emitted once he did that and Ray continued at it, feeling the pretty
shift beside him. Their knees knocked together, making Ray shudder of how close
they were together. Heat radiated from the dips of Michael's hips, making the
Lad sigh uneasy.
 
“I guess...but, Ray...do you realize how fucking long it’s been since I’ve
actually danced like that? I use to be the best dancer that this state had to
offer…” he continued, “I loved all of the attention and the lusty eyes that
would fall on me. It was such a wonder to have such recognition and knowing
that no one would be able to touch you unless you let them. And boy,” Michael
laughed. “All of them wanted to touch me…”
 
“That sounds...nice,” Ray cleared his throat. Michael began to turn on his
side, smiling with eyes close as he snuggled up into the teenager’s space.
 
“And Gavin? He was mine.”
 
“He was?” Ray shot his head up with curiosity. “You and Gavin courted?”
 
Michael laughed. “No, honestly. Not really. I was such a Goddamned rake at the
time, I let him have me the first night we got to know each other,” He looked
back at Ray, pressing his warm nose against the teenager’s skin. “I don’t
regret it, either. Not even to this fucking day. When Gavin and I saw each
other the other week, we were the happiest pets to ever be. I’m sure our
masters would have been…” Michael paused, laughing a little before nudging at
Ray. “Gavin and I were sure to get our dicks wet if they didn’t interrupt us.
Hell, they probably would have joined in. It would probably have fixed the
straining relationship that Geoff and Ryan have now.”
 
Ray blushed, covering his mouth at even such a thought, confusion closing his
mind. The way Michael depicted it, it sounded very dirty. Michael laughed at
Ray’s reaction.
 
“Ever thought of that?”
 
“No…” Ray admitted. “It sounds so…”
 
“It’s very exciting…” Michael whispered, his hands trailing down the sides of
the teenager. “If Geoff would let me…”
 
“Michael,” Ray gasped, beginning to get up from the bed. He was blushing a
fiery red, hearing Michael chuckling from the bed.
 
“What is it, Ray?”
 
“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with all of that yet.”
 
Michael hummed, beginning to get up from the bed, as well. He walked over to
Ray and hugged the teenager. “One day, you’ll have to be. How old are you,
now?”
 
“I’m --” Ray stammered, feeling his body flush with heat. “Fifteen…”
 
Michael gasped in surprise. “Honestly, how are you not even married yet? By
this time, you should have been courted by now.”
 
“Now?” Ray pursed his lips, a worried look straining on his face. “I - I don’t
think I am ready right now. I’m not like most. I -- I want to be a master,” Ray
smiled with a shaky confidence. Seeing Michael’s face light up in reaction was
definitely reassuring, however. The pet smiled with glee, his fingers tight
against the shirt that he wore.
 
“That’s beautiful, Ray. Are you sure you think you would be able to handle the
responsibility?” he nuzzled Ray's face into his neck, wrapping his arms around
the teenager's waist. "I'm sure being a master is such a pain to be at times.
Pets can be such a handful. I know I am for fuck sakes."
 
Ray smiled, allowing himself to lean into the pet's touch all while smiling. "I
think I would be able to handle it."
 
"Have you ever thought of becoming married?" Michael asked. “A good lookin’ boy
like you should already have a husband by now.”
 
Once again, the teenager blushed, his eyes trailing to the floor. He never
thought about becoming married in his entire life. He determined that he was
the type that would never find a husband or a suitable match for him because he
was never in such things like romance or “love”. Michael cooed light, lifting
up Ray’s chin with a single finger. He kissed the nose of the Lad, making Ray
gasped and jolt in the ginger’s arms.
 
“It’s okay, Ray,” Michael soothed. “Most of the time, you don’t usually think
about such a thing as marriage, but you should. You’re a growing boy and soon,
you’ll have men drooling at your fucking feet, they want you so bad.”
 
“You really think that?” Ray rolled his eyes, his voice low. “I doubt that
highly. I don’t even think I’m interested in such a thing.”
 
“Trust me, I know. And everyone says that. Hell, I even said it back in my
younger years before I became a performer. People change.” The ginger’s
sentences were short, his fingers focused on playing with the hem of Ray’s
shirt, brushing off the dirt and straightening out the wrinkles that wore
against the fabric. “Little bit of sprucing up, you’ll be someone’s perfect
bride.”
 
The thought made Ray purse his lips in concernment. He never thought of ever
being someone’s wife before, but he managed the smile for Michael. “Thanks…” he
said soft and light.
 
“You may not be thinking about it now, but,” Michael hummed, continuing to play
with the teenager’s shirt, “you’ll find that big, strong guy who would be your
perfect husband. He would wait on you hand and foot and you wouldn’t have to
lift a finger ever again.”
 
“I don’t know if I want that, though,” Ray pouted, the worried look on his face
increasing. “Marriage is such a scary thought, I don’t think I want it.”
 
Michael said nothing more. Instead, he pulled on Ray’s shirt, sending the boy
against his chest. With a small oof and groan, they settled into the bed, Ray
awkwardly laying on top with fumbling fingers trying to pry at the covers for
leverage. They laid like that, Michael continuing to pull at Ray’s hair,
picking at loose strands and settling them into place to neaten up his head.
Ray groaned, but allowed the pet to groom him, deciding that arguing against
our would do no good. He continued to think about Michael’s words and actually
began to contemplate if the ginger would actually prove to be right or not.
 
“Michael?” he asked. “Were you going to be Gavin’s wife?”
 
“I was,” Michael hummed in reply. “A bunch of shit happened, though…Gavin's
abusive ex-husband came in the scene. He was the old barkeep at the saloon
where I danced,” the ginger’s tone fell sad. “I felt so terrible - I was laying
with his abusive shit of an ex-husband for so long..." Michael's voice trailed
off again, causing Ray to clench his fists in anticipation. "Gavin and I
just... never had a chance."
 
""What happened?! Gavin being abused?!"
 
Michael quickly shushed the boy, covering his mouth with his hand. "Was abused.
His master takes good care of him now. "
 
Ray whimpered, a worried expression striking his face. He snuggled close into
Michael as if that abusive man were at the door now. There was a painful quiet
between them until Michael stirred slightly causing Ray to finally speak.

“Do you regret not marrying him?” Ray was tensing up, fearing the answer that
the pet would give him. there was a sad sigh before Michael finally said, “yes
and no.”
 
Ray asked nothing more. Instead, he nuzzled into the pet's neck and relaxed
against his touch.
 
Ray lost track of time, dozing into another deep nap, but to him it seem like
he fell through a time lapse. When his eyes opened and reality settled in - a
blurry reality. The light of the room was much more dim. The candles were
shrink low with burning wicks almost to the bottom. The flames were small, but
they still danced at the smallest gust. For the moment, everything was just a
big, blobbing blur and the boy realized that his glasses were missing from his
face.
 
Ray laid haphazardly off the bed with legs dangling down and arms curled around
Michael, the boy’s lips being wet with seeping drool that had leaked out
slightly from limp lips. The ginger was curled back, his face at a skewed
angle, digging into the shoulder of the teenager. Ray groaned, preparing to get
up, nearly dazed. He figured that he must have slept for at least a couple of
hours. As he got up, he felt the light weight of his glasses brush past his
arms and he put them on blinking a few times so that his eyes may adjust.
Although the room was dim, his eyes watered from musk that stained the air. It
smelled of a strong fragrance and warm alcohol - just like the bottle of
whiskey that the barkeep gave him weeks before when Gavin was still by his
side. He angled his neck, feeling the bones popping and adjusting; the groggy
feel of a past, deep nap began to settle in and Ray whined.
 
“What’s wrong, Ray?” he heard a sleepy-voiced Michael asked. The boy looked
back, seeing Michael beginning to sit up. His glasses were so crooked, the
frame and earpieces were hanging off from his head. Ray couldn’t help but give
off a little giggle, stretching with a deep yawn that was so big, he had to
close his eyes for it.
 
“Fell asleep…” Ray replied in between the yawn, throwing his voice at a much
deeper tone. He heard Michael chuckle.
 
“I saw that. You fell 'sleep right in my arms, I didn’t know what to do with
yuh.” He also stretched. “Went downstairs, drank a bottle of fresh rose vodka,
and came back up. I guess I fell ‘sleep as well…”
 
Ray raised an eyebrow, seeing Michael crawling out of the bed, underwear
slightly riding up and being pinched into his cleft, revealing his plump,
flawless cheeks. The pet was blushing, trying to pull them down feeling that he
was beginning to reveal himself. “Sorry. Damn, I might look like a whore to
yuh…"
 
The teenager blushed when he saw the dip of the pet's thighs that led to how
groin. There was a bulge that pressed against the lavender underwear that the
pet wore. Although the pet had revealing fabrics, Ray was appalled by the words
that the drunken pet had uttered, shaking his head slowly.
 
"Whore?! Why would you ever call yourself that? You're a beautiful pet and
everyone knows it."
 
"Ah, shut up with your smooth talk, cute fucker, you're not fooling me,"
Michael was giggling, giggling so much so that Ray couldn’t help but start
smiling himself. The pet was wobbly as he stood up, so he just ended on his
knees when he finally reached the floor. He was laughing, his palms flat
against the wood of the floor and he looked up at Ray. “Don’t ever drink -
fucks you up.”
 
“I know that already,” Ray responded, trying to help Michael up. He reached
down for the ginger, grabbing his hand, but to his surprise Michael pulled -
hard. With a loud yelp, Ray crashed to the floor, Michael laughing so hard, it
sounded as if he were in tears. His arms were all over the Lad, wrapping around
him tight when they were both on the floor, now. Ray felt uneasy, but he began
to laugh as well, beginning to imagine if this was what it was like to have a
pet. The ginger’s skin was soft and warm and he smelled of spicy alcohol. The
teenager’s lips feel numb when he allowed himself to lean into the touch of
Michael.
 
“Ray, you’re really soft when you sleep; soft ‘nd warm,” Michael’s hands were
tangling into the short, dark hair of the boy; he was giggling, smile
stretching wide to show off a gleaming grin. “Cute, too,” Michael cooed. “It’s
no wonder that they want’cha…”
 
Ray’s eyes opened wide, eager and inquisitive. “What?” he gave a soft question.
Michael groaned, but was smiling at the same time. He pulled at Ray’s shirt,
tugging the boy upward until they were both sitting up. Their bodies were
pressed closed, chest touching along with knees crossing one another’s. Ray
whimpered when he could feel the strong heat coming from the pet that was
clinging to him and he tried to settle himself in so that he wouldn’t get so
frightened but all while trying to keep little contact between their groins.
His heart was currently racing pumping hot blood all through his body to
produce an embarrassing shade of crimson against his cheeks. “Who's ‘they’?”
 
“Goddammit,” Michael giggled. “God-fucking-dammit, I don’t think I was suppose
to say that…” Michael continued to make some more confusing sentence structures
with fragments and even throwing in incorrect, non-corresponding words into the
mix until he finally said something that Ray could understand: “Gavin ‘nd
master.”
 
"What are you talking about?” he tried to slightly shake at the pet whose heavy
eyes were beginning to lid. “Come on, Michael, don’t pass out on me now; who?
Gavin?!”
 
Michael nodded. “When he visited me the other day, he,” a pause, “told me that
he and his master liked’cha. A lot.” Michael’s voice was drawn and thick,
Northern accent beginning to show through. The pet leaned against the teenager,
head dipping into the small crook of the boy’s neck, resting his head on Ray’s
shoulders. Fingers were weakly gripping at Ray’s, causing the boy to almost
panic in fear that there was something seriously wrong with Michael.
 
They sat like that for what seemed like an hour, Ray’s hands now confidently
holding Michael’s. The words were still ringing in his head as if his brain
were desperately trying to grapple to the reality or swimming through a vast
sea of what may be the most serious lie that he’s ever heard in his entire
life. The teenager gritted his teeth, the feelings of the latter peaking
through and he pulled Michael off of him, face twisted in annoyance.
 
“You’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re talking about…” The teenager then
convinced himself that what Michael was saying was a lie. It was too good to be
true that the pet that he found weeks ago would actually have a liking for him.
 
“No, no, no, Ray!” Michael tried to steady himself. “I mean every fuckin’ word!
Gavin’s master? He - he wants to make you his wife.” There seemed to be one
thousand needles embedding themselves into Ray’s skin as he heard that. A
struck of now intense worry crept upon his face, his fingers clasping at the
drunken pet’s.
 
“So that’s why you were on that topic so much,” Ray pursed his lips until he
bit down hard, chomping down on the bottom one. There was an increasing pain
welling up in his throat, as the raw understanding of awareness hit him. “You
didn’t even tell me...Why?”
 
“Ray,” Michael’s tone was now sad, heavy, limp arms snaking around the
teenager’s legs and waist. “Come on, boy, don’ be like that. I didn’ tell you
‘cause you already said that you didn’ want to be married.”
 
“I - I…” Ray’s voice broke as he felt his face heating up. Unsure and confused,
he whimpered at the new knowledge. “It’s scary. I don’t know if I can…”
 
“Ray,” Michael soothed, his tone dipping down. He saw wetness beginning to
layer at the teenagers eyes, shining and reflecting the flickering, dying orbs
that were the dancing flames. “Don’ cry, Ray, please…”
 
“They really like me?” There was a broken whimper in the Lad’s voice as if it
were a struggle to even speak. The ginger nodded, a small smile forming on his
lips.
 
“Don’ be scared because they like yuh. Gavin’s such a wonder man - wonderful,
loyal pet,” Michael rubbed at the Lad’s back, feeling the muscles underneath
his fingers relax and soften. Ray whined just a bit, hugging Michael fully.
"He'd be so good for yuh."
 
“What about his master?...”
 
“Never really met 'im...Gavin fuckin' loves 'im, though,” Michael yawned, sleep
lids falling. He leaned against the side of the bed, head back to expose his
throat. Ray once again saw that lovely, sparkling leather strap that he’d seen
before. He brought up his fingers, diddling at it lightly and making the pet
flinch.
 
“Yeah…” Ray cleared his throat, snatching his hand back. He gave the pet an
apologetic look before he wiped his face from any of the wet tears that could
have trailed down his red face. Michael relaxed again, recovering from the jolt
of the sudden fingers that tried to grab at his throat, or rather his collar.
 
“What’s with you and my collar, boy?” Michael tilted his head back again,
giving off a tiny, smug grin. “I saw you lookin’ at me before.”
 
“It’s pretty…” Ray forced a tight, pressed smile. “If I were a master, I would
give my pet the most expensive collar and leash I could find. It would make
sure that it would be beautiful around them and they would be happy to be my
pet from how much I would take care of them.” He trailed his shaking fingers
upward again, touching the collar and this time, Michael let him. The leather
was soft and somewhat rough from the glitter that coated it. It simmered a
golden yellow in the dim light just like the threatening tears that shimmered
in Ray’s eyes.
 
“You really do want to be a master, don’ you?” Michael gave off an involuntary,
comforting purr. Ray gasped lightly, giving a shaky smile when he heard the
tiny noise.
 
“How can you do that?...”
 
“It comes natural. Maybe you could ask Gavin to purr for you whenever he comes
'round again.”
 
Ray weakly smiled, remembering of how Michael talked about Gavin and his re-
encounter with each other. There was an explicit image of the two pets kissing,
licking, and nosing at each other. Ray could hear the whirring, resounding
purrs that the pets would make as they licked at each other, their hands
trailing down each other’s bodies in such a playful yet loving way.
 
“Did you and Gavin,” Ray paused, stopping his voice abruptly as he felt a
heated blush beginning to rise again. He honestly didn’t know how to ask the
question, but when he heard Michael laughing, he knew then that the ginger
understood what he was trying to say.
 
“Naw. Like I said, if it weren’t for our masters interruptin’ we would have got
our dicks wet. That means we would have been workin' on makin' puppies. Yuh
know, fucked,” Michael was laughing when he saw Ray shrinking back, gritting
his teeth to bite back the ferocious blush that blanketed his cheeks. There was
a thought that began to cloud the boy’s head as he pictured the two like that;
they were in compromising positions, kissing deep and passionate to
where Ray could feel it himself as warmth shuddered down his spine; soon, the
masters would come in and find their pets all loving up on each other with warm
kisses, whines and pleads, and licks and tiny nibbles as they were desperate to
finish what they started to begin with, but wouldn’t be allowed to,
reluctantly. Ray covered his face in his hands, not because it was
embarrassing, but that it was such a wonderful image to think about.
 
During the heated state of mind and silence that coated the atmosphere that
surrounded them, there was a shattering, small sound of a click from the
opening door. Ray gasped, his head flinging backwards in such a hurry, he was
bound to receive some sort of injury related to whiplash. In the doorway was a
sleepy-looking, possibly very drunk Geoff who shot a warm smile.
 
“Hello, boys,” he said.
 
Michael looked at his master with wide eyes, but he muttered a curse under his
breath. Without giving a proper verbal response immediately, he began to crawl
and slide on his knees against the wood, inching closer and closer towards the
elder Gent. His face brushed up against the barkeep’s knee and Michael gave a
soft coo. “Hello, sir.”
 
“Hello, pretty Michael,” Geoff smiled, ruffling the ginger’s curly, puffy hair
through his inked fingers. “Haven’t been messing with this boy, have you?”
 
“All we did was fuck 'round 'nd sleep, but nothin' like that,” Michael took his
arms and hugged at Geoff’s leg. “I’m drunk.”
 
“I can tell,” Geoff smiled. “Can always tell when my boy’s been drinking. I saw
you come downstairs and steal that bottle of vodka. You didn't even greet me;
perhaps, I’ll have to punish you for it,” Geoff nipped at the air, aiming at
the pet.
 
Ray’s ears perked up and he blushed when he heard that. The hot topic of sex
was making him all dizzy in the head and all hot in his stomach. He felt as if
he were going to spew butterflies when he saw Geoff bend down to give Michael a
bite of a plum cookie as a treat, the sudden wanting heat of having a pretty to
touch, kiss, and give treats beginning to come again. Ray, then, didn’t
understand why Michael was so upset with his master; he knew Geoff to be a
proper one. Ray began to slide on his knees as well until he picked himself up
onto his feet. He cleared his throat, giving an unsure smile .
 
“Thank you for having me, Mr. Ramsey, but I should go.”
 
Geoff’s smile decreased in emeaculation and now bore a tired and simple one.
“Sure,” he said. “Would you like me or Michael to see you out?”
 
“I’ll be fine,” Ray uncertainly said, a nervous laugh leaving his chest. The
butterflies in his stomach did not cease and the poor boy believed that he was
actually going to throw up. It felt like being drunk all over again without the
severe dizziness and the inability to walk correctly. “I’m a growing Lad,
aren’t I?”
 
“You are, indeed. Soon, you’ll be a true Texan adult,” Geoff continued to rake
his fingers through Michael’s hair, causing the ginger to groan slightly in
annoyance from the constant, repetitive touching. There were also small knots
in the ginger’s curly hair and so that cause slight pains whenever Geoff would
pull too hard. “Well, so long, Ray. Hope to see you again soon. And Ray?" There
was a pause and a sad sounding sigh that the barkeep made. It brought Ray's
mood down completely and he bit his lip in anticipation before finally the
master ended with a, "be careful."
 
“Promise, sir,” Ray cleared his throat. “G’night.”
 
                                       ~
 
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon and the dusk carried itself in
smoothly. Purple blotches coated the once blue sky along with the moon and
stars beginning to shimmer through the barrier of light. Ray had his gun by his
side and toted it as he began to walk towards Mr. Pattillo’s store. It was an
even chillier night compared to the one before so Ray carried with him his
torn, worn sheets to bundle himself up in; those were under his arms. As he
walked,  Michael’s explicit words continued to travel through Ray’s brain as if
it were a record that needed to be flipped over.
 
”...we would have got our dicks wet. That means we would have been working on
making puppies. Yuh know, /fucked/…”
 
He couldn’t help but continue to shudder and blush at the words, the warmth
actually pricking at his skin and causing him to be all hot and bothered. The
butterflies never went away, either. They continued to stay as he was imagining
that scene where Gavin and Michael would be in the process of “making puppies”.
He honestly didn’t know how to feel about it; all in all, he knew that it
was beautiful, but there was still a gripping, invisible hand that pressed its
palm into his throat everytime he would think about how close they would get.
Kissing turned to touching turned to something completely unknown and new to
Ray. He knew it was sex, but he never really knew how that honestly works.
 
The best he could come up with is the pets rubbing their slick cocks together,
mewling and moaning for more, planting wet kisses and licks on each other’s
lips and cheeks. Ray gasped as he felt heat seeping from his stomach down to
his groin, causing was seemed to be like a warm flush of water that trailed
downward. He cursed silently, stopping in his tracks. He felt dirty; it was the
kind of feeling that came whenever he realized the wrongs that he did.
 
These feelings continued as he walked, but as Mr. Pattillo store came into
view, the butterflies dropped completely along with his heart. There was a
dark, obscure figure that sat in the window with a leg dangling from the side.
He had his head low with his gun ready in his arms. Ray then ran, his own rifle
hitting his legs and bouncing up and down.
 
"Hey...hey!" Ray waved his arms, trying to get the man's attention. With a low
groan, the man's head picked up, looking at the Lad. At first his face was
stern, but soon turned into amusement, a chuckle leaving his lips.
 
"Howdy, there, little Ray."
 
Ray pouted, recognizing the voice that belonged to the sheriff. "What are you
doing, Sheriff?"
 
"I'm keeping watch. Jack didn't tell you? He said that he felt concerned about
your safety out here so he let you go. There's mean people out in the world,
boy."
 
"But I have a gun!" Ray took the barrel of the rifle and swung it, his hand
falling into the crevasse where the trigger was held. Heyman gasped, ducking
his head and even grabbing his own gun steady.
 
"Watch it! You can't just swing a gun around like that! Didn't your father
teach you how to shoot?" Heyman settled back into the window when Ray pointed
the gun away.
 
There was pain thats surged through the boys veins and he bit back a
disrespectful slur. "No, sir," he answered. The boy tried desperately to not
remember his father that he never claimed.
 
"Maybe you shouldn't even be handling a gun like that, then."
 
"It is mine!" Ray snarled. "I do with it what I please. Why did Mr. Pattillo
suddenly fire me?"
 
The Sheriff shrugged. "Just concerned for you. You're tiny. I agree with him,
too. Why don't you run along and go play with that pet of Ramsey's?"
 
Ray felt an anger, now. It was a fire that was quickly enraged with that fuel
that the Sheriff the on him. Ray didn't say anything, nor one word; he turned
his back and left, pissy tears in his eyes. Fists were clenched tight around
the gun so much so that his knuckles turned white.
 
The sick, yet comforting thoughts of the two love struck pets kissing at each
other made Ray begin to rub home, desperate to just get away. In his mind,
everyone hated him and he hated everyone. Why did Jack suddenly fire him? There
had to be different reason. Jack knew how independent the Lad was, so why did
he suddenly get the sense that Ray wasn't able to take care of himself along
with manning the store at night?
 
Ray continued to run, gun knocking harshly into his calf and his hands tight
against the torn sheets. He could feel the small pinpricking pain of small cuts
and bruises forming on his skin. He didn't care, however. Angry tears were now
streaming down his face and all he wanted right now was Gavin. The thought of
the master seemed comforting slightly, but only the pet with the smooth British
accent took over his mind.
 
When he reached the shack, he spend the door, sobbing before he plopped on his
bed, digging his face into the bed and laying his gun and sheets down on the
floor.
 
Ray gritted his teeth, dreaming of Gavin. Whether Michael lied about the pet
and master's liking for him or not, all he wanted to dream of was the pet at
his feet, curling warmly and giving off that amazing purr that the boy so
achingly wanted to hear. He would rub Gavin, make him feel good. The pet would
teach him what it was really like to have sex and fell physical pleasure.  They
would cuddle together like before when they were both drunk and Gavin would coo
and purr and tell Ray how everything would be okay.
 
For tonight, Ray only had his thoughts. He sadly kissed as his own hands,
pretending that they were Gavin's lips. The boy was jealous - jealous of
everyone who ever had the honor of kissing that Brit and he swore the next time
they would meet, those lips would be against his.
 
                                       ~
 
"Michael, please," Geoff breath was harsh and heavy, hands prying at the pet
who was crawling on top of him. "Michael --"
 
"Master, I'm sick of this!" Michael whined, straddling the waist of the barkeep
under him. They both laid in bed, preparing for sleep when a still slightly
drunk pet decided to pounce on his master. Geoff groaned, when lips were
suddenly attaching to kiss in desperate, hungry, and wet kisses. None of the
movements were clean in anyway; all were messy and wet with little smacking
noises. Geoff tried to push his pet away, trying to get up and go downstairs
for a bit. He never liked it when Michael was like this, very emotional and
very needy. When he did succeed in pulling Michael off of him, the pet only
growled and whined, trying to come back on the bed. “Geoff!”
 
“Michael, enough! What has gotten into you?” Geoff wiped his lips. “Jesus, are
you in Goddamned heat or something?”
 
“Sir, I’m tired of this. I want something more from you and dammit you won’t
give it to me!” Michael pouted like young boy, angry and frustrated. His bottom
lip poked out and he looked at his master through infuriated eyes. “Why won’t
you have me?”
 
Geoff looked at his pet through wide eyes, raising an eyebrow of puzzlement. “W
- what? What in Hell are you talking about?”
 
“I’m talking about us, Geoff,” Michael spat out his masters name as if it were
a forbidden swear. The barkeep gritted his teeth in anger, face beginning to
show a light tint of red. Michael bit his lip, shrinking back slightly, but
still remaining angry as he continued, “why don’t we have a relationship
like they do?”
 
“What are you talking about?” Geoff was now over Michael, the pet shrinking to
his knees in fear of seeing his master so angry. Never before has he seen Geoff
like this; what was usually the normal man who just wouldn’t allow Michael to
dance was now an angry master over his pet, almost preparing to pop him in the
mouth. “Get on with it! Who are ’they’?!”
 
“Ga - Gavin ‘nd his mate master…” Michael muttered in between his teeth.
“They’re so in love with each other and I want that with us…” Michael continued
to shrink back until he was against the wall flat on his bottom. Geoff
continued to stand over him with a face now full of concernment.
 
“Michael, w - what? Oh, goodness, Michael,” Geoff sighed, running his hands
through his hair. Thin, inked fingers tangled into his own locks as he pushed
them back out of stress and looked at his pet with wide eyes. “You want me...as
your mate master?”
 
Michael hesitated, digging his teeth into the inside of his cheek before he
slowly and silently nodded. “When Gavin came over, it was the first time in
such a long time that I’ve ever felt…” Michael paused, looking at his master.
His face was flushed as if he had seen an old spirit walking through the room;
he looked positively afraid. “It was the first time in a long time that I felt
love…”
 
“Michael, don’t say that. You know I love you,” Geoff pursed his lips seeing
Michael shake his head in a quick disagreement.
 
“Why don’t you ever fucking kiss me, then? You don’t ever kiss me. You don’t
ever take the time and see if I possibly want to cuddle with you or just sit
together and talk. Sometimes I don’t think you even give a shit about me,”
Michael’s hands were trembling and his heart was racing as he saw the master’s
teeth becoming grit again.
 
“I don’t give a shit?!” Geoff quickly raised his voice, his body sinking low
until he was crouched on his knees and eye level with the pet in front of him.
Michael whimpered, feeling the master gripping his shoulders tight with nails
digging into the skin. “Michael, if I didn’t give a shit, I would have let you
stay with that man back at that saloon. I would have allowed myself to just
watch him hit you until you were black and blue on your cheeks! I would have
just treated you like a normal…” Geoff cleared his throat, the words becoming
hard to speak but when they were formed, they were shakily spoken in such a
broken manner as shattered glass, “like a normal whore…”
 
Michael hissed, tears sliding down his cheeks in thick beads and he swatted at
the master with the back of his hand. “I was not a fucking whore!”
 
“Michael you knew what I was looking for that night,” his voice became tender
almost immediately, fingers grazing at the pet’s wet face that was layered with
a thin coat of tears. “But I saw what he did to you before I left...I couldn’t
live with myself knowing that I laid with a beautiful performer who gets beaten
at night. I had to get you out of there, Michael.”
 
Michael whimpered, closing his eyes. “When you proposed for me to be your pet,
I said yes because you seemed like a gentleman,” Michael’s fingers weakly clung
to Geoff’s shirt, his lips pinched together in pain as he did so. “I thought
you were going to make love to me everyday like you did that night and give me
the love that I thought I deserved --” The words were taken from Michael,
heated lips pressing quickly against his. It was shocking; the hot breath that
was quickly clouding against his space. The ginger made a surprised noise, but
quickly fell into the rhythm of the kiss, closing his eyes and giving soft
moans as they moved together and Michael was thankful for it; it had been such
a long time since he had received a kiss like this, excluding the visit from
Gavin.
 
Geoff’s body leaned against his, almost as if he were fighting it with
dominating fingers tangling against the laces of Michael’s underwear and thin
stockings that he wore. It was comforting with just the hint of excitement as
finally the tattooed hands finally found a perfect area to rest with open, flat
palms settling into the curves of Michael’s hips.
 
They continued to kiss, Michael finally having the audacity to poke his tongue
out and lick. Geoff’s lips were as soft as that night when they first met and
Michael melted for it, releasing little mewls and whines. As they tried to
part, the pet’s hands groped at the master’s legs, trying to lean in for an
anxious attempt to not break the kiss, nevertheless it ended with Geoff’s tired
eyes looking down at his pet, his lips wet with a little line of slick of where
Michael licked.
 
The only sound between them was their breaths as Michael leaned in once again;
this time, he took his tongue and licked at Geoff, rubbing their noses
together. Geoff responded with a slight groan, but obediently licked back at
his pet, hands now massaging at Michael’s hips. There was a heat between them
that Michael had only felt once and for the longest time, he never thought he
would feel it again. The pet allowed his whole body to lean in with his weight
and he nuzzled his head against Geoff’s.
 
“I liked that…” Michael whispered. “Why can’t we do that more often?”
 
Geoff exhaled deeply through his nose before beginning to sit up, his hands
dragging against Michael’s skin so that the ginger could also sit up. Soon,
they were both on their feet staring into each others eyes with big, curious,
needy orbs. The barkeep began to move, pulling at Michael and leading him
towards the bed in the room.
 
“You actually want to kiss me?”
 
“Master,” Michael’s tone was a surprised one. “You know I do. I’ve been wanting
it ever since you put this collar on me and called me yours.” Michael sat on
the bed, still looking at Geoff and scooted over to allow the master to sit
down as well. Geoff moved slow and leisurely, just like the kiss that they
shared a minute ago. “Why didn’t you want to kiss me? Am I not attractive to
you?”
 
“Bullshit,” Geoff spat. He began to pull at Michael’s hands, cupping them
against his own before stealing another kiss from the pet. It seemed wrong with
how fast he kissed at Michael for the second time; it was as if he were trying
not to get caught. “You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever met,” his voice
was strong, but fell in a whisper. It all seemed so secretive and quiet and
Michael’s heart was racing, truly frightened of what was to come. “You are so
lovely, I knew I had to have you that night I met you. I knew I had to keep
you.”
 
Michael cooed a bittersweet sigh, wrapping his arms around the barkeep. With
shaky legs - a problem that he’s never dealt with before - he began to slide
against Geoff until he was on his lap. His heart was nervous and quivering as
well as his fingers as they shakily tried to comb themselves through the
master’s hair. “Y - you --” Michael stammered and he was quick to silence
himself, noticing how unconfident he sounded. He’s never dealt with being
nervous before; even his first time wasn’t this bad. Michael tried to steady
himself by just leaning in and giving the master a hug all while sitting in his
lap with spread legs.
 
Geoff cleared his throat, feeling the painful lump beginning to form as he
dared himself to kiss at the pet’s neck. “My Michael…” his voice was also
shaky. “I never thought you actually wanted me. I thought you only had me for
that night because --”
 
“Please don’t say it, master,” Michael whimpered. “I don’t want to hear fucking
hear it. I do want you. I’ve wanted you for so long - that night wasn’t a
mistake.”
 
Geoff bit his lip, squeezing his arms around Michael’s waist. Don’t cry, don’t
cry...Don’t let your pet see you cry, the barkeep’s mind was screaming at him.
The warmth of Michael’s back was soothing against his fingers and so Geoff
released his tense muscles, pulling Michael away so that he may look at the
boy.
 
“I - I,” Geoff forced a wobbly smile. “Love you, Michael…”
 
“I love you too, master,” Michael smiled, quickly leaning in for a kiss. There
was an ecstatic beat in his heart whenever their lips connected again, like a
spark for a soon roaring fire, Michael indulge in the kiss, quickly pushing
Geoff to where they were now both laying on the bed, lips locked together with
hungry tongues passing in between. His master tasted just like rum and Michael
adored it. It was the type of cherry or grape booze that Michael always loved
against his lips and tongue. The pet never wanted to stop kissing his master
now that he he had to the power to now. He settled evenly in the barkeep’s lap,
legs perfectly wide and straddles as Geoff’s lap cradled him. The pet moved
slightly, making a small noise when he felt the bulge of his master’s cock rub
against his and he did it again just to rub up against Geoff’s groin and
whining softly against their pressed lips.
 
“What’s wrong, boy?” Geoff asked softly when they parted. His tattooed fingers
were grazing along Michael’s dried cheeks, rubbing tenderly at the skin as if
the boy were a brand new baby that was sensitive to any harsh touches. Michael
licked his lips, his gaze falling downward to the master’s lap of which he was
settled in. The pet shifted his weight again, purposely trying to grind against
the barkeep until he gasped, hands now tightly clasping the smooth cheeks of
the past showgirl. “Michael,” he whimpered, shaking his head. “I - I don’t…”
 
“It isn’t dirty, sir…” Michael whimpered. “It’s beautiful. Gavin and his master
are mates and they do this; I know for certain they do. Almost all masters do
this with their pets.” Michael leaned in for another quick yet soft kiss
cupping his lips and rubbing them against Geoff in such a manner that the
barkeep groaned, closing his eyes and allowing Michael to clasp at his waist
with needy fingers beginning to dip into his pants. There was pure warmth that
sent shivers down the pet’s spine and suddenly, he began to lose all control of
his coordination, fingers now fumbling and slipping away so where they couldn’t
properly grip at the hem of the fabrics. The master sighed, smiling soft when
he shook his head, his own hands falling on Michael’s asscheeks and gripping
them harsh.
 
The pet gasped feeling the rough fingers pinching and clasping at his ass. When
Geoff gripped to where he was spreading Michael’s cheeks apart, the pet moaned
loudly feeling his hole slightly tighten in response. His cock twitched in his
undergarments and there was even a small bead of warm precum that budded up at
his tip and rubbed against the lacy lavender fabrics.
 
“Master,” the word seemed meaningless to say as he just continued out in
blubbering, consecutive moans while Geoff continued to grip at him, his
fingers dangerously rubbing close to the inner cleft of the pet.
 
“I can feel your small cock getting all excited and hard for me,” Geoff’s voice
shot low - a low that Michael has never heard before; not even the first night
that they were together. Geoff remembered clearly the pet's cute, little
length. It was nowhere near as impressive as most, but that's what the barkeep
adored the most. The showgirl at the time was incredibly gorgeous, covered in
glittery sparkles and dazzling laces. His cock was beautiful and smooth, making
the master’s mouth water hungrily.
 
Michael blushed tremendously, spitting a harsh curse before he just began to
mindlessly grind up against the barkeep. He could feel that hardness of Geoff
beginning to rub up against him and he shuddered, feeling the impressive,
bulging weight slightly move as Geoff spread his legs a little, his fingers now
on his own pants. “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned. “G - God, Michael, you’re making me
so hard…”
 
The pet gave himself a silent praise, his lips falling back on Geoff, but this
time on the master’s neck. Small hands wrapped around Geoff’s as they both
pushed down the pants, heat immediately seeping out once they were down and
pooling around his ankles. The pet moaned at the sight, seeing how his master’s
cock beautifully bobbed into the air until it was pressed against Geoff’s
stomach, just under his navel. It slotted beautifully into the crease and
Michael quickly reacted, wrapping an eager hand around the girth of the shaft,
mewling in appreciation of just how thick it really was.
 
“Been so long since I’ve got a chance to do this. Forgotten how fat and long
your cock really was, fuck” Michael whispered, lips grazing against his
master’s cheeks. He lifted a leg, placing it on the bed and folding inward so
that he could get leverage on the mattress however it caused Michael’s legs to
spread so perfectly that Geoff couldn’t stop himself when he placed an open,
fingering hand against the undercarriage of his pet. The pet mewled when Geoff
palmed at him, his balls beginning to tighten and the top of his cock even
about to peek out of the garments all wet with leaking precum.
 
“We could do this everyday,” Geoff smiled, confidence beginning to gain
back especially because of the praise of his cock. He bucked up into his pet’s
hand, moaning deep as the ring of Michael’s fingers tightened. Michael’s pace
began to speed up along with the smooth, small thrusts of Geoff who was under
him. They both shared a deep kiss once again, Geoff’s fingers now peeping
inside of the ginger’s underwear just to moan at the warmth that the boy’s
smooth cock gave off. Michael barely had any hair and Geoff adored that as he
then took his entire hand just to move inside and completely rub and palm at
the tight balls of his pet with his weeping cock. There was no longer shame nor
hesitation; the master continued to feel Michael and kiss him with wet, heated
tongue.
 
The talking between them was minimal; all focus now remained on how much Geoff
could make his pet squeal in pleasure with his hands now coated in light slick
from the pet’s wet nub. Teasing fingers were dipping into Michael’s cleft,
rubbing up against the puckered, tight rim. The noises that his pet made were
so beautiful, he’d forgotten how gorgeous they really were.
 
Michael continued to move his hand as much as he could on Geoff’s length
without stopping to just try and push the teasing, rubbing fingers inside. He
was mewling for it - aching for his master to go ahead and push his fingers
inside. It’s been so long since he’d had anything fill him except for his own
tiny, skinny digits that rarely provided any pleasure to where he could spill
over. When Gavin came over, it was like receiving the treatment of his life,
but now since his master is here allowing himself to please his pet, all
Michael wanted was to be taken - filled with the barkeep’s cock to where words
would be incomprehensible and nearly impossible to utter.
 
“Please, I can’t wait anymore,” Michael whined, hungry teeth now nibbling and
biting on the lips of his master. "P - please, my master, I need you..."
 
Michael's hand squeezed at the thick bare of the Gent’s cock, making Geoff
groan, biting his tongue to suppress a cursing moan. Michael could feel the
muscle twitching, leaking out arousing precum that dripped and slid down his
cock. Michael rubbed at it, sinking low and sliding to his knees, no longer
waiting for an answer. He licked at the master's skin, running his tongue over
the winked skin and dragged it upward until he felt the warm, smooth, and thick
base of his master's cock. It tasted too familiar - like sweet, sticky
molasses.
 
Then came a breathless, "yes". Geoff was groaning, sitting up and licking his
lips at the pet on his knees. "Fuck, yes - have me."
 
                                     ~~~~
 
Ray developed a habit of rarely ever leaving his shack. Jack still allowed him
to have it although he was no longer working for the man. Although he never
found out completely as to why Jack decided that he was not able to keep watch
of the store at night, Ray determined that he no longer cared. The only thing
the townspeople saw in him was just a little kid. And so he laid there, his
face buried in the unkempt, dirty sheets of his bed completely unclothed except
for the undergarments that he wore. He was filthy; for almost two weeks he went
without washing. His hair was mucky and matted and contained so much dust in it
that you swear that Ray was an antique meant for display. For two weeks, he
only went outside when absolutely necessary: for food and occasional drinks.
Geoff was awfully worried for the boy the second he stepped into the bar
completely filthy and weary-looking.
 
The master was definitely concerned for him as well as his pet and even told
Jack about it. The shopkeep decided to pay Ray a visit, giving him around 3
sets of fresh, brand new clothes as well as a pound of apples and a loaf of
bread. Ray was grateful and thanked Jack gravely with a monotonous tongue. The
days seemed to grow longer and boredom increased effectively. The Lad couldn’t
bring himself to even go outside, however, from the embarrassment that he felt.
 
Most times, he would just lay in bed and dream of being able to be a master to
a wonderful pet such as Gavin or perhaps have that pet for himself. The words
that Michael said still rattled around in his brain; knowing that it was
possible that Gavin and Ryan is interested in him made him anxiously excited.
It was both a fear and a longing for, however there was still the thoughts of
marriage. Ray didn’t understand why everyone thinks it’s so urgent to get
married immediately, but he was beginning to believe that marriage would be a
dream come true. He wondered what it would be like to have a husband that would
always be there to keep you company along with support. Would it actually be
like that? Ray couldn’t decide whether he should be longing for marriage or
trying to avoid it as much as possible.
 
It was midday, Ray believed, as the sun was coming through the little window
and right into his eyes. He groaned, tossing over in the bed and covered his
head with the sheets. It was a warm day today as the heat was already beginning
to make Ray uncomfortable and so he threw off the sheets, sitting up in the
bed. He began to get up, stretching his arms over his head and released a yawn.
His eyes began to adjust to the light the streamed into the little shack and he
put of his glasses.
 
Then he heard tapping, a soft knock or two against his door. The boy hesitated,
looking at the door as if it were on fire. He stood stiff, waiting - waiting to
see if it would happen again.
 
And it did; there was another few knocks at the door, but instead these knocks
were much more confident and stronger. 
“Ray? Raymond?” called a voice. It was a deep, full tone that Ray faintly
recognized, however he wasn’t entirely sure if it was the same person. Ray’s
heart pounded and he finally opened the door. On the other side was a happy
Gavin with his master who wore all back. Gavin was completely bare of any
clothing, making Ray immediately shudder and realize that he, too, was nearly
naked with only his undergarments on.
 
“Oh, God,” Ray desperately tried to search through his trunk for the spare set
of clothes that Jack gave him. “I’m really sorry; I didn’t mean --”
 
“Lad, are you alright? You’re filthy,” the master said, voice low with concern.
Ray groaned, biting his lip as there was an embarrassing, shattering
realization of how dirty he looked. Ray blushed, whimpering slightly as he
tried to think of a good enough reason for the master when suddenly he began to
talk again, “I came here because of Geoff’s pet, Michael. We came for a visit
and he told Gavin how sickly you looked. Gavin begged for me to come and visit
you,” he explained.
 
Gavin looked at Ray with worry, crawling towards the boy and placing his hands
against Ray’s forehead. “He isn’t warm,” the pet stated. “Ray, what’s wrong
with you? Michael said that when you came to see him, you looked dreadful.”
 
Ray frowned, feeling embarrassed and shocked. The butterflies began to take
over again and the Lad swallowed, struggling to find the words to explain. The
master didn’t wait however and with a sigh, he clicked his tongue.
 
“Ray, why don’t you come with us? We’ll get you a nice bath and a bowl of
soup.”
 
The Lad hummed, feeling the nausea beginning to kick in from the unbearable
nervousness. There was a reassuring, soft hand that grasped at his and he
gulped, looking at the pet who was smiling before him. Gavin’s eyes were
caring, giving light to the frightened boy who was so nervous that he
practically shook in his boots. After a painful lapse of silence, Ray nodded
his head, keeping his lips tightly sealed. Gavin grinned, looking at his master
in joy.
 
                                       ~
 
The Lad really doesn’t understand why he said yes to begin with. Perhaps it was
because of the fact that the butterflies that flailed their tickling wings
inside of him forced him to choose in such a haste; perhaps it was because
subconsciously, Ray knew that he looked pathetic right now; unable to keep
himself up to par as far as appearance and confidence; maybe it was because the
little Lad wanted to really know for sure if the couple fancied him just like
the ginger claimed. Either way, Ray had goosebumps as the heated water trailed
down his back and into the large bucket of where he was being washed in.
 
For the couple to strip Ray of the own part of clothes he had - his
undergarments -Ray was deeply embarrassed, bright red forming on his cheeks.
Gavin was the one to actually pull the fabric off of the boy, his hands
awkwardly settling into the dip of the Lad’s thighs and in between his legs. He
was blushing, heat making his eyes involuntarily close as well as the water
beginning to wet his lids. Every time the two would pick at his hair to comb
out the dirt, he whined, pulling away from the fingers that raked themselves
against his scalp.
 
He remembers the master gently telling him to quiet down and reassure him that
everything was okay. It made Ray feel so little like a nine year old and not a
proper fifteen year old. He’s never had this kind of treatment though in his
entire life; never was there a parent to actually give their time of day to
wash their little boy or hum nice songs while he bathed. Gavin did, however,
his dragging tone light and joyful, running the soapy water all over the boy
and gently scrubbing the black dirt on his arms and stomach. It caused Ray to
twitch and fidget, not wanting the pet to take a good look at his groin. He
felt so exposed, although he wasn’t frightened or scared by it. It was more of
the fact that Ray was just so concerned and unknowing to the whole situation.
 
After what seemed like a grueling hour plus many giggles and comments from
Gavin talking about Ray’s skin and hair, they were finally finished, pulling
Ray out of the bucket and immediately wrapping him in a warm, clean sheet to
dry him off. The boy felt so renewed, open pored greatly taking in the air
around him and tingling all throughout his body. He curled himself up into the
sheets, sitting down on the floor right in front of the fireplace.
 
“T - thank you,” Ray whimpered. He couldn’t bring himself to try and say
anything more. He just remained his eyes completely focused on the master who
was beginning to spark a fire against the wood. The man shot a warm look at
him, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Little boys deserve only the best care.” With that, he clicked his tongue,
tilting his head slightly. Suddenly, the boy felt Gavin’s thin yet warm fingers
beginning to grab at him, lightly rubbing his fingertips all over the boy’s
neck. Ray gasped when the pet leaned in, immediately feeling a single, wet
stripe slicking on his face.
 
“You licked me,” Ray stated, his mouth hung open in slight shock. Gavin
giggled, wrapped his arms around the Lad and continuing to lick, making sure to
cover the whole area of the boy’s right cheek.
 
“You taste good, Ray. Means we did a good job of cleaning you,” the pet
continued to give light licks, eyes happily closing. Ray groaned in confusion,
looking at the master who only shook his head and chuckled.
 
Soon, Ray felt the soft whirring vibrations against his fingers as they touched
at Gavin’s chest. The boy slightly gasped, lips soon stretching into a grin
when he heard the soft noise. The pet was purring, happy and joyful as he
continued to groom at the little boy, fingers now combing into Ray’s hair.
 
“You’re purring,” Ray happily hummed followed by Gavin giggling. The pet took a
second to stop his treatment to give a soft nod, nuzzling into the crook of the
Lad’s neck before finally letting go of the boy. He laid down on his back,
stretching out and looking at Ray with a lazy, sleepy smile.
 
“Gavin tends to purr a lot. He’s a happy pet,” the deep voice of the master
sounded. Ray made a  single noise, taking a look as the man stepped into the
other room. For an instance, all Ray wanted to do was grab at Gavin and tell
him what he knows of Michael’s claim. After a second of hesitation though, he
decided to not say a word. The heavy lids of Gavin’s sleepy eyes began to fall
and he exhaled a deep yawn. Ray pursed his lips, laying down beside the pet,
shakily settling against the floor with his sheets twisted around his body and
ankles.
 
That was when he determined that marriage would probably be the greatest thing
to ever happen to him. He prayed that what Michael had told him would be
absolutely true.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     PLEASE NOTE: This is set in the Midwest in the time-frame of around
     1900 to 1910. In this Western AU, there /is/ pet and master along
     with the notion of male pregnancy. Right now, it's just a pregnancy
     kink however I may/may not actually put pregnancy in here. Please,
     just be advise.
      
      
      
      
     ALSO THERE IS UNDERAGE-NESS IN HERE. Everyone is their same age as in
     reality (Ryan - 33, Gavin - 26, Michael - 27, Geoff - 39, Jack - 33,
     Joel - 43, Burnie - 41) except for little Ray who is depicted as a 15
     year old in this AU. Yes, there will be underage sex, I am telling
     you now PLUS the chance of underage pregnancy. If you do not like it,
     just please be respectful and leave.
      
     ALL OF YOUR FEEDBACK IS SO APPRECIATED~! Not only are they
     encouraging and improve the next chapter, but they just make me SO
     happy after a busy day of stress *swoon*
      
     Suggestion_box_opened_24_hours_a_day.
***** Can't Get Enough. (Michael/Geoff II, Joel/Burnie I, Ray II) *****
Chapter Summary
     Ray beginning to find himself through the two guys he wanted it most
     of all. He just wonders how long it will be to find the truth.
     Joel is pleading for a new pet; not only does he miss his little
     Jacob, but he would just like to have some help around the house.
     Some one to clean for him, please his husband when he can't, and just
     a little pet to love and kiss - like the good old days.
Chapter Notes
     Got a suggestion? Scene prompt? Want more of your favorite ship?
     Rarepair? Want more fluff and cuddles? Porn without Plot? I'd_love_to
     know. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED AND DIDN'T LIKE ABOUT THIS
     CHAPTER. I - I love to talk to people...
     Expect to have a really angsty, angry chapter as a new character pops
     in <3 Courting won't be detailed because fuck waiting. I want smut. I
     want it now.
     Updates will be frequent for the moment because of Christmas break.
     It'll be lovely and I hope you stay for it~
 
 
 
                                       ~


“Come here, pup,” Geoff whistled after lifting his head from the bar. Michael
made a small noise before obeying, dragging his leash after him slowly when he
crawled towards the master. When he finally reached Geoff, the man scratched at
the pet’s hair, ruffling it and making the ginger purr from the relief of the
dried skin that laid on his head. “Good boy. Why don’t you fix me a drink?”

“Yes’sir,” Michael nodded, lifting himself to his feet before dragging lazy
fingers to reach around the bottles. He knew Geoff’s favorite type of moonshine
by now; it was the kind that was always smuggled by the mountains because those
are the crystal type that always goes down the easiest. It was always the most
tasty according to the ginger. He poured a small shot of it before mixing just
a bit of fresh squeezed grape juice and sugar. 

The master made a pleased hum from pursed lips as he watched his pet mixing the
drink before finally handing it to him. “Thank you, boy.”

“You’re welcome sir,” Michael whined, immediately crouching down until he was
on his knees, sliding across the rough wood to be closer to his master. He
nosed his way against the master’s leg, dragging loose lips on the scratchy
cotton of his pants. He heard the pleased hum turn into one of endorsement when
Michael pulled on the stool and scooted the master closer to him. He moved in a
small jolt, but otherwise was completely at ease as he spread his legs wide.

“My Michael wanting his treat?” he clicked hands seamlessly finding their way
on the fasteners of his pants, undoing them. Michael only replied with a small
dab of a murmur before his lips were already licking all around the opening
flaps and wetting the heated underwear that laid beneath. It was already
tightened with the heavy weight of his hardness pressing against it and Michael
eagerly mouthed his lips all around, hands trying their very best to undo and
pull away at the fabric. When his fingers grazed lightly over the smooth,
heated skin of his master, he suckled eagerly closing his eyes and thirstily
licking all around until his tongue finally slid over the bittersweet, purple
tip of Geoff’s swollen cock. 

The master exhaled a hot breath with palms browsing all around the boy’s neck
and shoulders, pulling him forward so that he may have better licks. “My pretty
pup. You’re so good with your mouth. You should be on your knees often for your
master…” Geoff admitted that his drunken tongue had probably felt a little
looser than what he would have preferred, but hearing the purr rise from his
pet in the most loud and cadenced rumble encouraged him that he was not pushing
any limits that were not already pushed before. The ginger licked all over the
leaking, wet head of the Gent, breathing clouds of steamy breath to engulf the
master in heat. With a audible smack, Michael pressed the flat of his tongue
against the base of the length, flicking it so flawlessly that Geoff threw his
head back slightly, giving off a deep moan. “Oh, yes, puppy. Just like
that…Lick your master’s dick just like that…”

Michael nodded, closing his eyes and leisurely bouncing his head with shallow
jumps. His hands were at work as well; fully busy with touching and stroking at
his own hardness that dribbled with wetness all in his hands. His legs were
twitching with each bounce and touch, his face becoming peppered with red. He
absolutely loved this, however. He loved always knowing that he was allowed to
have his mouth wrapped around his master’s cock whenever he pleased. Most times
it was no questions asked: just to lay on his knees with a drooling mouth and
lush, plump lips was all the permission that Geoff needed to grant. At times,
Michael would even do it when Geoff was hosting the bar, laying underneath the
wood as Geoff would make drinks and lick all around his leaking cock and tight
balls to make a mule of his master with loud moans and curses. 

It made Joel and Burnie all the more jealous, too. Joel quickly discovered the
past showgirl on his knees, awaiting for his mouth to be filled by the master’s
cock making drinks, but Joel just so happened to step behind the bar to seal
another glass and fix himself a drink (under Geoff’s discretion, of course)
just to have spit and lips rub all against his groin. He yelped like a true
lady too, shocking nearly everyone in the bar, especially Burnie, and Geoff had
tried to keep Michael from coming from under the bar so that he may not take
the time to embarrass himself or the master. 

Although not illegal, Joel absolutely hated the fact that Michael was doing
that for Geoff. It was only for the reason of missing his own pet and that
night, the sheriff even fell into the arms of his husband in a sobbing mess,
telling him how much he missed their little Jacob. Burnie was more than
understanding, and thank God for it too. He took the time to have another
session of mourning for their passed pet and give Joel all of the comfort and
kisses that a townsowner and mayor could give to him. It wasn’t behind closed
doors either, it was public. Joel would throw a huff and roll his eyes to fight
back oncoming tears before Burnie would have to pull him to the side, pin him
close to the wall and give him deep and overbearing kisses. 

Only then was when Geoff felt bad about giving Michael his regular treatment.
Only then and nothing else. He felt sorry for the sheriff missing his beautiful
pet, but Geoff would be damned first if he were to make his pet stop the
eagerness and longing for his cock. Be damned.

At night, the master and pet would retire to their bed that they shared and
licked his pet to an oblivion - to where Michael would spill his warm cream
more than once or even twice. Michael would squirm and curse and plead until he
would finally be just a trembling, writhing mess with shaky fingers and breath,
cursing Geoff's name all while praising God for him.

It was the release they both needed. The decision of becoming mate masters was
possibly one of the greatest things that Michael could have ever proposed.
Well, besides Geoff proposing for Michael to be his pet in the first place, at
least.
 
 
 
                                       ~


Ray awoke to the warm smell of moonshine and tree sap and the growling of his
stomach came almost instantaneously. With sleepy and slow movements, the boy
began to sit up onto his arms, rising up from the hardwood floor which he laid
on last night. The brimstone and ash from the fireplace sooted up some the skin
of his arms and fingers, leaving him the gray and black color of ash. 

He was afraid of getting up from the sheets since he was still completely bare.
He didn’t even think about the idea of these two actually having clothes that
would fit him. Then came the sudden and stupid realization that all of his
clothes were left at his home! He came here only in his undergarments without
the plan of actually having to get dressed once he was bathed and cleaned.

“G - Gavin?” the Lad gave the small whisper. “Gavin, where are you?” 

There really wasn’t an answer except with the small rattling of some wooden
bowls against metal buckets. The sound of running water splashing around also
entered the ears of the Lad and so he just laid back down, keeping his nervous
mouth closed.

“Raymond?” the deep voice of the master called out. Ray saw the shadow of his
figure come close until he was actually standing in the doorway, fully dressed
with even his black boots and cowboy hat. He smiled when their eyes met; it was
the kind of warm smile that Ray always longed to see his dad give him when he
was a child on sleepy mornings such as these. The teenager couldn’t help but
feel the trembling throb of his heart aching in his chest. It was so...fragile;
something so careful and breakable is all he could describe the tension that
laid in the air. “You’re awake,” the master finally concluded, washing a dirty
rag over his noticeable mucky hands. “Come, breakfast is almost ready.”

“I - I don’t have any of my clothes,” the boy cleared his throat, voice as soft
as it was even before he hit puberty (which honestly wasn’t that long ago). His
eyes watched heavily against the masters when he saw the man’s eyes fall in
light disappointment or perhaps evenunease.

“I see,” he stated, clearing a lump in his throat before continuing to speak.
“Well, all that is left is for you to wear my shirt for now...It’s big enough
to cover your body.”

“What about for the rest of the day?” Ray trembled. He saw the man beginning to
lean on the frame of the door, indicating boredom, or so he thought.

“The rest of the day is a surprise. As for right now, I want you to eat your
breakfast. You haven’t eaten any real food in a long time,” with that, the
master threw his head slightly back, clicking his tongue and looking behind
Ray. The boy felt the running brush against his leg and he saw that Gavin
scampering along with a smile on his face. The small, light jingling of his
collar was very hypnotic to the boy, making him want to touch at the small
strap of leather, running his fingers along the stubbled neck of the older
pet. 

“Good morning, mate,” Gavin crooned, immediately meet his lips against the
master’s. Arms were wrapped tightly around the man’s neck as well as hands
being settled into the small of the pet’s back, pressing both bodies together
as close as possible. It made Ray blush, trying to hide his face from even
seeing the two of them kiss. It was nothing as nasty or filthy as it should be,
but it was too beautiful and loving for Ray just to watch without getting those
awful butterflies in his stomach and a blush on his face. 

“Calling me mate, huh, quarry?” the master grinned when they parted, pressing
his teeth against his lips to contain his urge of biting his pet. “Must be in
an excellent mood today, aren’t we?”

“Yes, sir. So much,” the pet hummed, sinking to his knees obediently. “Today’s
a lovely day.”

“Isn’t it, though?” the master chuckle, rubbing at the pet’s hair. “Perfect day
for a hunt.”

Ray looked up, ears excited ready to hear and locked. He has never, ever been
on a hunt before - in fact, he’s never even properly shot a gun before. He made
a small moan, sinking deeper into his sheets and curling them all around his
nude body, almost in defense. Gavin made a chirp of happiness though, kissing
the tips of the man’s fingers with the brightest smile that the boy has ever
seen. 

“We’re hunting? How exciting, master. I’ll fetch Ray and myself a coat.”

“Not right now, dear Gavin,” the master hummed, loading a small pistol real
quick with a round of bullets and settling it into its holster. “Ray has
forgotten his clothes at home and I must go get them. Why don’t you two stay
here while I’m out. Promise it won’t be long.”

Gavin pursed his lips just slightly at the request of the master, but nodded,
ultimately smiling in the end and nuzzling his face all against the knuckles of
the blond man. “Will do, master. You can always trust me to keep watch
of...him.” The pet stuffed his pleading tongue against his teeth, so tempted to
say something along the lines of “beautiful lady” or even “our beautiful lady -
soon to be mistress.” He didn’t speak, just to be safe, though. He kissed all
the fingers of his master before whimpering when he was about to leave the
door. Ray sat on the floor, looking at the man with nervous and saddened eyes.
He didn’t want him to leave. He wanted to hunt. 

To think about the man in the doorway may possibly be your future husband was
making Ray sick to his stomach - with anticipation, of course. All he wanted to
do was just to ask questions. What Michael said about you two, is it real? Do
you really like me? What do you like about me? Can I kiss you?

He just watched the master leave without another word except for a small wink
and smile before he closed the door. Once he did so, Gavin began to crawl on
his hands and knees towards the boy, the smile on his face growing with each
scoot that he took.

“Good morning, little Ray. I apologize for not acknowledging you earlier. I
always get excited when I see master all dressed up. It makes me feel like we
are going places.”

Ray had to chuckle at that, pulling the sheets over his head and rolling around
in them, cocooning himself up in the mesh. “You’re a lovely pet. I think highly
of you. Thanks a lot for...taking care of me and all last night. I haven’t been
myself for the best couple of weeks.”

“I can most certainly see that,” the pet laid beside of the boy, tilting his
head to the side in curiosity when he saw Ray totally wrapped up in the sheets
and he laughed. “You seem to be doing a lot better than how we found you
yesterday. So glad my boi decided to tell me about you. If not, we wouldn’t
have found you to take care of you.”

“Thanks again,” Ray smiled. “But I really want to be an adult. I can take care
of myself, right?”

“It’s always nice to have a person or two by your side to take care of you,
too. Not just yourself.” The pet tugged at the sheets and inspected them,
making sure that there wasn’t any grime or filth in them to where they could
muck up the boy. There was a bit of ash and soot from the fireplace to stain
the sheets and Gavin whined, pulling at them. “Get out of these; these are
dirty.”

“But I’m practically naked,” the boy blushed, covering his face with the
sheets. “I will be fine until he comes back.”

The pet frowned, brushing off the excess soot from the sheets. “Well, just try
not to get too dirty. Don’t want you to get dirty like that again; leads to
sickness.”

“You’re really kind, Gavin,” the boy smiled. “I swear I’ll be fine. I can take
care of myself when I’m in the mood.”

“You should never let moods affect your overall health, love,” Gavin whispered,
settling down beside of Ray and pulling at the sheets so that they could share.
Ray gave a startled breath when he felt the chilled air from outside the sheets
brush against his bare skin along with the terrifying idea that Gavin would see
him naked again. Although they already seen him nude last night, the idea of
being bare and exposed for all to see was frightening to the teenager. He
didn’t want people to see him naked, especially the possible men to actually
fancy him in some aspect or another, including a lovely pet that Ray is dying
to take care of and treat like his very own. He cowered away until Gavin was at
a safe distance, that he may be under the sheets without having to brush up on
Ray or see his naked body. “You always need to have someone to love and take
care of you.”

“I guess that’s why you love your master so much, huh?” the boy smiled, giving
off a heavy yawn. Gavin gasped playfully with wide eyes, clicking his tongue
before responding.

“He’s perfect, Ray. Absolutely lovely. Don’t you see how bloody gorgeous he is?
That body and that voice. He’s so loving and caring; he always makes sure I’m
taken care of with warm food to eat and nice water to drink. If it weren’t for
him, I’d be so lost. I would be dead by now, dried out in the desert for the
buzzards to pick at. I’m so glad he found me.”

“How did you end up in the desert in the first place?” the boy wondered, laying
on his side so he could still look at Gavin, but not meet him eye to eye. That
was possibly for the best as well, considering the dulling effect of luster
that his eyes gave off after the question was asked. The pet pursed his lips,
sinking his head low until it was aligned with the floor and laying on the tops
of his hands and fingers. It felt like someone with a hot iron brand smacked
Ray straight in the throat when he saw the normal, bubbly pet now threatening
to silence himself and lay low in sadness.

“Saw my past mate. The bugger that he was. He was Michael’s boss and my ex-
lover. When I saw him...I guess I just bloody lost it. I ended up walking away,
trotting through the desert with a bruised eye and broken nose until my master
finally found me.” The pet slid his face over and looked at Ray with big,
watery eyes. “Ryan’s the best thing to ever happen to me…”

Ray cleared his throat and sank low into the floor, as if trying to melt in the
very wooden tiles and seams of it. He regretted asking the question, but he was
more than elated to find out truly what a wonderful man this master really was.
He couldn’t help himself but to close his eyes and think about the bulky and
wonderful build of the blond man with the black cowboy hat and strapping boots.
He absolutely was lovely, no doubt about it and that made Ray all the more
nervous to even think about the possibility of this man finding a fancy liking
to him.

“I don’t know who’s saved me from the desert yet,” Ray tried to playfully
speak, giving a tight smile when he did so. The pet looked at him with a
questioning expression full of confusion.

“Are we too late or something?” he laughed.
 
 
 
                                       ~


Over an hour later, Ray found himself being shaken awake by strong hands with
powerful rigor behind them. He sleepily yawned and felt the cloth of his
clothes scrape against his hands and he sighed, pulling them down until he held
them under the blankets. There was still the smell of food lingering around
from where Gavin had fixed Ray a batch of bread. It wasn’t a real breakfast,
but it was all they had for the moment. 

“Get dressed, Lad. We’re about to hunt. We better hurry, too, ‘less you want
those bucks to run away. It’s around the time of where they feed,” the bass of
the man spoke and entered Ray’s ears like milk and honey - so sweet and lush.  

Ray involuntarily gave a groan of lethargy before dipping under the covers
again, beginning to move around until he at least had some decent underwear on.
Gavin was long gone from the floor they shared and was already perched under
the master with his studded collar and black leash. He leaned against the legs
of the master and cooed lightly when he saw Ray finally emerging from the
sheets with his boxers on. Pants were wrinkled and put on so clumsily, but it
didn’t matter once he brushed himself off. Soon, he was completely dressed in
front of them, a bright and excited smile on his face. He could no longer
contain his excitement at the actual fact that they were about to go hunting,
something Ray has never done in his boyhood life. 

“You look ready,” chuckled the man, also holding out Ray’s rifle and handing it
to the boy. “I saw this leaning against the wall and assumed it was your’s.”

“Yes! T - thank you,” Ray stammered when he reached out for it. It still felt
so unfamiliar in his hands. He never learned how to properly hold a rifle,
never shot one, and never successfully killed any game with it. He gave the
master an unassured smile that was coated with blind excitement and want. “Are
we going to the mountains and hunt for them?”

“That’ll be our last stop. I’m sure we’re bound to see some on the way in side
fields and pastures. I don’t want you to shoot at anything unless I say so,
okay?”

The boy nodded, beginning to follow the two out door. Ray saw the small
carriage that they rode in last night pulled in by the single, black horse of
whose name was Edgar. The horse whinnied only slightly with the small, weary
sputter of the mid-morning, still wanting to be asleep. Ray climbed into the
small carriage and folded his hands in his lap, awaiting for the other two to
accompany him. 

“We’ll be eating deer tonight. Ever ate deer?” asked the pet when he finally
climbed in. He was still completely bare with the only exception of the collar
that he was being lead on by the master  who crawled into the driver’s section
and finally cued for Edgar to leave. Ray shook his head and laughed.

“I haven’t really ever had anything except for cow and chicken. I’ve only had
pork only once or twice, but never anything else.” 

“You’re going to love some nice rabbit meat and deer,” the master chimed in,
giving Ray a comforting grin. “Long as you don’t load ‘em up with lead, they’re
alright.”

“Would you let me kill one, sir?” Ray asked quietly, knocking his own gun
against his leg as just a reminder that he had one. It felt good to actually
have a use for the weapon again, even if it wasn’t for defeating outlaws and
helping out Jack. The boy saw - saw the look of absolute horror on the master’s
face when he asked the question. It was almost like seeing the pet becoming all
down and sad when Ray asked for him to recall his abusive past. The master
looked at the boy and gave a small smile that Ray knew was unsure and possibly
even false.

“Perhaps, little boy. Maybe you’ll be able to handle a rifle like a real man
should. And please; address me as Ryan.”
 
 
 
                                       ~


The air had a nice, crisp chill along with the rustling leaves that fell in
dead colors such a lively red, orange, and yellow, with the rare, occasional
brown that would dampen the vibrant hues only slightly. Ray was standing on the
grass, rifle in hand being held correctly this time with the stock being
pressed into his right shoulder and being held perfectly aligned to aim. He
closed his right eye and tried his absolute best to look down the line to try
and grab aim to shoot. His arms were shaking under the heavy weight of the
weapon, but he tried not to show it and tried to gather his strength.

“Alright, now…” the master drew behind the boy, fingers carefully laying on the
arms of the Lad. Ray’s breath faltered and hitched when the man behind him
grabbed a hold of his elbows, centering them and angling them in the “correct”
position. Ryan’s fingers were warm against his arms, the heat even seeped
through the cotton of his shirt and padded through the nerves of his arm,
making the hairs rise up and stand on ends. He was nervous, he won’t lie. His
knees were knocking together with ever slightest move that he made. 

“Y - yes, sir?” Ray gulped, trying to settle the gun into its rest again. Ryan
wouldn’t let him, though. Instead, he placed the gun back into the air in the
aimed position before continuing. He felt the drum of fingers pattering against
his shoulder before he heard the master speak.

“You want to learn how to shoot, you gotta learn how to handle it properly.
Relax. With the tension you’re giving it, you’re likely to break your
collarbone.” 

“It’s heavy,” the boy complained, looking down the body of the weapon again
before flicking back the hammer. Ryan gasped, holding the boy’s hands tense so
that he wouldn’t pull the trigger.

“Don’t!--” he stopped himself, trying to maintain composure. He stepped back
from the Lad and gave the boy a shaky smile with a small thumbs up. “Well, just
be careful. Just keep it steady. Who knows? Maybe a nice buck will come right
into your path.” Once again, he tried to quickly look over the boy, making sure
everything was out of the way of range, especially Gavin who just sat in the
grass and groomed his hair. 

Ray pursed his lips into a tight, slim smile before looking down the body of
the gun again. This time, he pulled the trigger. He felt the sharp pull of the
weapon followed by a sound that he had never heard so close in his life before.
It seemed to stop his heart; he felt the large jolt of movement from the sound
and he lost his balance. The world shook and Ray fell to his back with a solid
crash. The gun was knocked from this hand and was scattered on the the ground. 

“Raymond!” he heard a voice cry faintly; it seemed to be muffled by a rag or
something blocking Ray’s ears. There was also the small whimper and whine of
the British pet before there were icy fingers grabbing at his shirt, yanking
him upward until he was limp and suspended, head dangling from the utter shock.
“Ray, boy, are you okay?” The suppressed voice began to enhance, growing
clearer along with the boy’s blurry vision from his glasses getting knocked off
of his face. 

“W - what happened?” Ray gasped, eyes wide with fear and shock. His hands were
trembling so violently that Gavin grabbed them so that they would stop. He
clasped him tight and rubbed at them and although they were cold, they
were soothing to the touch. Ray had a single tear leave the corner of his eye
from the pure shattering adrenaline that raced through terrified arteries. 

“You shot the gun…” Ryan answered, chuckling only slightly to try and give some
sort of comforting and supportive noise. He laid a hand on the shoulder of the
boy before crouching down to try and pick him up. “Gavin, help him up.”

Ray felt the flustered heat in his heart, completely embarrassed by the request
of the man. Ray instead got to his own feet, wobbling slightly. His eyes were
still wide with surprise and shock. “I - I didn’t mean to do that. I didn’t
know…”

“It’s okay, Ray,” the man spoke, trying to lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder
before the Lad shook it away, a pouted lip poking out.

“No, it’s not!” the boy cried. “It’s not fucking okay; it scared the shit out
of me!”

Gavin gritted his teeth, trying to hold back a surprised squawk when he heard
the filthy words leave the small teen’s lips. Ryan gasped, grabbing the
shoulder of Ray and having a scowl of awe.

“Don’t talk like that! Where are your manners?” the man asked, eyes full of
concernment and worry. They shined with the luster of guilt as well, but only a
shiny, silk layer. Ray shook his head, getting up from the ground and standing
on his shaking feet and knees.

“I’m sorry,” he coughed. “It just...scared me is all. That was so loud, and
nearly knocked me off my feet.”

“Nearly?” Gavin chuckled, wrapping a comforting arm around the neck of the boy.
“It’s okay, love. Don’t worry. Ryan can just hunt.”

“But I want to try again…” the boy pouted. “Come on, please? I really want to
try again…”

The master took the gun from Ray gently and gave him a soft smile. “It’s okay,
Lad. Later. There isn’t any bucks around and I’m certain that shot completely
scared them all off by now. Come on, we’ll try near the Johnson’s Peak.” The
man held out a hand and smiled, offering for the Lad to take it. This brought
the nerves of the boy back to life and almost on fire when he actually brought
his fingers around the man’s and cradled their hands together.

Ray hung his head in disappointment, shrinking down until he hunched his
shoulders, but when he felt the chilled, tender hand of the pet rub at his
back, he became calm. The sun was still high in the sky and there was still
daylight ahead. He tried to grow optimistic about hunting, but honesty, he no
longer knew how he felt about it.

At the moment, all he enjoyed right now was just that he was with the wonderful
man, Ryan and his lovely pet, Gavin.
 
 
 
                                       ~


The singing crickets of the night overpowered the soft sloshing of water from
the sink. It was a sleepy, late night with the quiet snoring of Burnie in the
rocking chair of the main room. Joel was busy trying to wash up the remainder
of the dishes from the pot roast he cooked for dinner. It was a painful night
with the aching of his hands and the pain in his back. He tried to not blame
his husband for leaving him with all of the cleaning and cooking work of the
house; he tried to be understanding of the late nights that Burnie would have
conversing about Rooster Teeth with the others of the state; taxes and such. 

Jack had decided to give Joel the rest of the night off considering all of the
commotion that roused up near horse pasture. Some kid knocking down the animals
for shits and giggles and earned a 20 dollar fine for it. It really wasn't
anything big and Joel insisted to Jack that he watch the store for the night,
especially if there are weird things beginning to happen around the place, but
the shopkeep refused. 

"You've got a husband to be concerning yourself with," Jack explained. "I know
I would want my wife at home with me when night falls. You can report back
tomorrow. I can tell Burns is getting stressed, too."

Joel had to think to himself that he wouldn't be so stressed if he just had
some help around the house. With Burnie gone for majority of the day, along
with Joel always being busy on patrol around the town, the house would
occasionally begin to settle incorrectly. Mice coming in and food being strewn
around (especially the messy sheets that have still yet to be clean from the
messy night earlier this week), Joel has been dying for some help. He thought
of his pet, their beautiful Jacob, and he gave a strong, spitting curse when he
recalled the dead look that those pet's eyes gave him before they were finally
closed and he was put in the ground. He didn't deserve it; his gorgeous pet,
one he was so prideful and proud of.

"Joel, baby," Burnie hummed sleepily from the chair. There was a slow creak of
the wood that rocked with the movements of the awakening man. "Joel, love, stop
doing dishes 'nd come here."

Joel wiped his hands on his apron before untying it and tossing it to the side.
With an exhausted sigh, he walked into the main room where Burnie sat and
stopped, crossing his arms. 

"What's up, Mike?"

"God, either call me Michael or don't call me it at all. I never agreed with
the nickname 'Mike'," the mayor smiled, getting up from the chair. He stretched
like a lazy cat, soon snaking his arms around his partner and meeting him in a
shallow kiss. "My dear," he cleared his throat. "Looks as if we're finally
alone... It's been a while," his voice shrunk low, coupling with a hungry snarl
that made Joel shiver with sparks, a shuddering breath leaving his throat.

"It certainly has," the sheriff choked, especially when the tickle of brown
curls began to graze at his face, Burnie kissing at the bopping Adam's Apple of
Joel's throat. There was a tiny flick of tongue against the sheriff's skin and
he gave a small "fuck", hating so much of how excited his husband was already
making him. "God, Burn..."

"Michael," Burnie corrected. "Call me by my formal, government addressed name
when you're speaking to me. Like all those hot shots and slickers do over
at Scorpion."

"Michael," Joel chuckled. "You haven't said that name of your's for the past
20-some-odd years now."

"I'm feeling wily, dear," the mayor and townsowner purred, diving in for a
legitimate, loving kiss. "Do you want to ever find out if you're capable of
holding my babies yet?"

"Michael," Joel hissed with a bashful smile. His blushing cheeks were hidden
behind his hand as he covered him. "Don't talk like that, dear. You know I
can't. We've already cried about it and such."

A strong hand pressed on his chest along with heavy, lush lips locked deeply
against his. Joel moaned into the kiss, pressing his body almost innately
against his husband's and settling so perfectly in his arms. Tongues pressed on
lips and teeth with leisure, but just the right amount of excitement to make
Joel so wanting. When they pulled apart, it was forced with Joel wanting to
lean in once again, just to lick at his husband's lips and taste that cherry
wine that has grown accustom to the natural taste of the man.

"We can be working on those pretty twin girls you've always been wanting..."
the mayor purred. "We could be doing that right now instead of you doing these
stupid dishes. You'd like that, pretty boy? You want to suck your master's fat
cock? Want him to plant those two pretty girls inside of his own pretty girl?"

"Burnie!" Joel coughed, pulling away from his husband. "I'm no longer your
apprentice for the state. I've been married to you for nearly 20 years now. Are
you fucking drunk?"

"Come here," the mayor chuckled. "Perhaps had a bit too much red wine with the
roast...But it doesn't matter. Daddy's hungry for more," he growled. "Been
knowing how much you've been wanting a new pretty pet to sink your cock inside
'nd I just wanna make you feel better..."

"God," whispered the sheriff when he felt the sudden nip of teeth along the
side of his neck. He tilted it back obediently, swallowing nervously when he
felt his husband's hands trailing all along his thighs and waist, tempting
themselves to slide inside the hem and touch. "I - I've been thinking about it
- him, again."

"Joel Heyman Burns," Burnie sighed, lazily pressing his cheek against his
wife's and kissing it. "No."

"I couldn't help it, Michael," the man whimpered. 

"We talked about this, Joel. No. We can't just take that little boy for our
own."

"Listen to you now! Now you're suddenly so serious and not even considering the
thought of having him as our pet. He would be our cute boy - cute pet. We would
spoil him so, I know I would at least. He's ripe with his little self, the
adolescent stage. He'll be wanting us to have at him nearly everyday, looking
to fuck himself on our cocks and making himself mess all over. Only our names
would be his words that he would know for the night."

"God, you filthy --" Burnie gritted his teeth. "Don't think of that little boy
like that, we are much too old for him. Poor Lad needs a strong man to power
through that- always being ready and hard for him whenever he pleases. Like
Hell if we could afford to be hard for him whenever he wants; it's embarrassing
enough as it is when you're bent over that carriage, skin showing proudly
against the light with a pistol in your hand and I can't get excited for the
time to complete the moment. He'll exhaust us. It's like a lively, new born pup
always wanting attention. You'll get tired of it, Joel. No matter how tight or
wet his rim is around your cute cock," the drunken man kissed Joel's nose, just
a tiny peck. He chuckled deeply before grabbing at his wife and pulling him
towards the bedroom.  "Now come on. Those baby girls won't be bred if there
isn't any action."

"I love you, Michael," Joel said with a tilted smile. "You always bring me up.
You promise we'll get another pet, though?"

"It won't be that little Lad," Burnie nodded, finally getting Joel into the
bedroom and pushing him on the bed. With a gasp, Joel was instantly spread
opened, skin beginning to peak over the hem of his pants as they sunk low on
his waist. The husband had touchy, grabby hands that yanked the pants down,
leaving his wife's ass completely bare. Joel blushed madly, gripping at the
sheets with pathetic tension - nothing the outlaws that would
have ever witnessed when he was arresting them or preparing their gallows. 

"Burnie," the older man moaned when he felt thumbs beginning to spread his
plump cheeks apart, threatening to dive in and poke at his tight entrance.
"Damn, don't even get me a chance to loosen up, huh?"

"Wanna fuck my bride's tight, little ass like a good husband ought'a..." there
was a deep whirr in the tone of the man with tight hands continuing to spread
and grab at the skin of the sheriff, clutching harsh enough to leave red,
spattered marks. "God, get on your knees for me. Wrap that pretty mouth around
my cock; been waiting all day for this."

"I was on your mind all day?" the sheriff purred, turning around and finally
kicking the remainder of his pants off. His cock sprung up and proudly stood
and pressed against the base of his stomach, leaking slightly in arousal.

"My lovely bride," Burnie kissed the sheriff, and immediate hand wrapping
around his cock and stroking it lushly. With a started mewl, Joel bucked up
into his husbands hand, saying a praising curse when the hand started to become
slick and tight around his tip. "You're always on my mind. God, you know I'd
much rather be kissing you, rubbing your full belly of my pups and booze.
You're such a slut when you're drunk, riding my cock all on your own without
any spark of my help to make you spill all over me."

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Joel grinned, sinking down on his knees and also
popping open his husband’s pants. He has learned countless times before that
the mayor and townsowner does not appreciate teasing licks or kisses. No time
should be wasted - at all. When his pants did finally pop open, the fat tip of
the husband's cock popped out and Joel wrapped his lips around the swollen,
leaking head with no time to spare. He bobbed, making the most obscene noises
that he knew would make his lover's cock drool with want and curiosity. Slight
gags and stretches were also sounded, but it just added to Burnie's excitement.
His hips were shaking, trying their absolute very best to not just go ahead and
thrust into his wife. He wanted to beg and plead for Joel's permission, but
instead he bit his tongue and allowed the sheriff to go at his own pace,
spitting slick all over and wetting the entirety of the husband's cock. With a
slick hand, Joel's tongue now traced down to the heavy curve and weight of
Burnie's sac, nosing deep and sucking on every part of the skin.

"God," Burnie moaned, eyes closed and jaw slack from the numbing pleasure that
continued to shoot up his spine. "Oh, Joel, oh, Joel."

"Michael," Joel replied, licking upwards on the mayor's cock, flickering his
tongue so perfectly against the slit to lap at the thick, clear precum. It made
Burnie tremble under him, controlling hands and fingers finding their way into
the short, dark, and messy locks of the sheriff's hair. Joel cried out in a
pleased wail before obediently suckling at Burnie's cock again, eagerly bobbing
up and down with big, glossy orbs staring upward.

"Sweet dame," Burnie mewled. "Let me get inside of that pretty ass of yours,
won't you?"

Joel nodded, pulling off of the wet length with a slick sound before shuffling
to his knees and bending over the bed. "Fuck me, Burnie, baby. Make me full of
those twins you promised me long ago."

"I'll breed a whole herd and litter in you before the night's over with,"
Burnie growled. "You'll be walking around with a fat stomach and a lasso,
making all of those Wanteds and outlaws know who you really belong to. They'll
be at you with touching hands and pleading tongues in order to rub at your
belly and sense child."

"God, stop it, Burns," Joel sniffled eyes closing when he dug his face into the
used sheets and groaning softly. The image, he loved it and adored it so. He
just hated the fact of reality that he wasn't capable of having children. That
is what little Jacob was for. Joel gritted his teeth to try and remain focused
on the situation at hand for the moment, despite the crawling pangs of sadness
that began to tie into the beat of his heart. He sniffled and felt
the harsh smack of his husband’s large hand against his ass. He yelped, taking
his fingers and spreading out his cheeks loyally, whining in apology.

“You know it’s true,” Burnie’s voice was soft, warm lips kissing at the back of
Joel’s head and arms wrapping around the front of the man’s waist. “My pretty
bride always having those heads turning.” The townsowner had a leisure hand
pumping his Joel’s cock, working it into the tight ring of his fingers. 

“Stop,” Joel moaned, thrusting shallowly into the hand. “I am not that
beautiful.”

“You are,” the husband whispered, leaving a lick on the top of Joel’s ear. He
popped the slick head of his length into the sheriff and caused the man to buck
under him. With a small whine, Joel began to push back, slowly working himself
onto his husband, lip bit and eyes closed. Burnie purred, full of pride. "My
wife always looks her best on my cock..."

"Damn you, Burns," Joel gasped, a small moan leaving his throat so suddenly, he
didn't even have time to stop how embarrassing it sounded. He began to rock
back, mouth hung open in awe. "Jesus! It's been too long for this."

"Too long, my love," Burnie agreed, happily beginning to thrust into the man,
groaning deeply from how Joel's rim squeezed the life from him. "My tight boy -
- Oh, so tight for Daddy. F - fuck," he praised, hands roughly planting
themselves on Joel's thighs and beginning to move faster. Hearing Joel
clammering praises under him was the best sound of encouragement that he
needed.

"Love my Daddy's cock," the sheriff whimpered, biting his lip and giving the
most beautiful mewl. "Feels so good..."

"My lovely Joel," Burnie smiled, hugging the man's body tight and snug. He
still gave loose and shallow thrusts and movements inside of his bride, but
overall it was lazy and aimless. "I love you."

"I love you too," Joel giggled before shamelessly moaning out a particle of
Burnie's name.
 
 
 
                                       ~


"Here, Ray," the master offered, giving the boy a knife. "Maybe this will suit
you just nicely. I feel just a bit better now that you have that instead of
that gun."

The boy took the blade and gave it a curious, yet disappointed look. He looked
back up at Ryan and gave the man a small smile before the master took it from
the boy, giving him a laugh.

"You see, Ray, we gotta skin and gut 'em. Got some nice deer, duck, and boar
meat here and I want you to help me gut them."

Gavin gave a small scoff, taking hold of Ray's shoulders and shaking his head.
"Disgusting! You shouldn't let him do that! He's going to get all messy and
we'll have to clean him again. Except this time, he'll be covered in such
disgusting matter such as blood and juice."

"Sounds fun," the Lad smiled, beginning to retrieve the knife from Ryan's hand
again, but hesitating. "M - maybe you should teach me first, though." 

The master gave the Lad a faint smile and flicked the blade to where it was
poised outward. There was a still warm boar that laid dead in front of them.
His furr was ragged and was sliced so cleanly when the master swiped the blade
so smoothly against the skin of the animal. The hair fell is large, loose locks
until the underbelly was smooth with the pink skin. 

"What you do is this," the master began, taking the knife. He began to place it
perfectly parallel against the skin of the boar's belly and pressed in. There
was a little gush of blood from the pig and Ray cringed, tightening his fists
in reaction. He could feel that knife digging into his own skin. "Take it and
just slide it down..." he continued, dragging his voice along with the blade.
He went down the pig's body until he was just at the base of his stomach. There
was seepage of dark, red ooze from the boar and Ray whined, feeling the
threatening gag to his stomach when the master handed him the blood spattered
tool. "Here, hold this."

"I - I don't know if I want to do that..." Ray spoke with a soft and timid
tone, gaining a sympathetic noise from the pet beside him.

"I don't blame him, master; he's looking a bit green."

"Well, he doesn't have to do it, then," Ryan smirked, giving the pet an
affectionate nudge on his shoulder. "Why don't you two go play in the field?"

"Ray, love, would you like that?" the pet smiled widely, grabbing the boy by
his hands. "We could chase the birds. It'll be a little while before master
finishes slicing all this meat anyway."

There was a look of guilt upon the boy's face and he shook his head. "I should
be helping him. I would feel bad if I didn't."

"Ray," the master spoke, a slightly change of his tone shifting into a warning
one. He looked into the boy's eyes with affectionate and understanding ones.
Ray finally replied with a smile of his own, unsure but sincere at best. "Go
play with Gavin. He gets lonely without a pal. I can do this; plus, I don't
want you to get sick your second night being here."

Ray nodded and stood to his feet. "Yes, sir," he stated with a small grin
before he felt the pet tugging at his pants. 

"Make sure you two run around so that I don't have to deal with Gavin's energy
when we get home," Ryan raised an eyebrow, shooting the boy with a lazy
expression and grin. 

"Yes, sir," Ray repeated, beginning to grab at Gavin's leash. The pet was
tugging on it excitedly, little whines and whimpers forming when he saw that
Ray wasn't budging from his place. "I - I promise I won't go far."

"I hope you don't," the man said with a sick slice of flesh from the pig. It
sounded so grotesque that Ray actually had to look away and try to focus on the
pet in front of him, curling his fingers into the long strands of hair from the
Brit. "I promise it'll only be an hour to get this done."

"Yes, sir," Ray felt his heart leap and he grinned. He could not be anymore
excited to be here right now. There was never a true feeling or sense of
bonding between Ray or any other person, especially his father. He felt the
lump in his throat beginning to rise when he quickly wrapped his arms awkwardly
around the back of the crouched man and gained a startled gasp. "S - sorry,"
the boy said softly. "I just...wanted to do that."

"You're a sweet boy," Ryan chuckled. "I promise to give you a proper hug when
I'm not elbow deep in a boar's stomach."
 
 
 
                                       ~


Gavin and Ray ended up laying in the grass, playing little finger games and
makeshift Five Finger Filet with a stick. Ray tried to teach the pet how to
sing the proper song along with the game, but the pet wasn't willing to learn.
He was too busy trying to poke the boy with the stick, jabbing it lightly
against Ray's thighs and waist. It made the boy blush, but he tried his best to
hide it and not thing about the tempting topics of the two actually
becoming his one day. 

Gavin tried to look for apple trees, like the ones in his and his master's
orchard field, but when there weren't any, he just decided to toss pebbles at
Ray for the Lad to catch and toss back. Talk was constant between them.
Subjects ranged from Gavin's past, to Ray's past, and finally the actual topic
of sex came up at one point when Gavin talked about how pretty his previous
showgirl was back in the years before he ever became a pet or met Ryan. Ray was
utterly hooked and focused on Gavin's stories. He was too frightened for Gavin
to go into the actual detail between the affairs of him and Michael in fear
that he would mess himself. He was already feeling tingly and sensitive,
squirming his legs around to try and keep his curious member soft.

Ray has experienced only rare times of arousal. Not due to the fact of a
condition or anything disorderly-wise, but Ray was just never on the topic of
"sex" at all, even after he hit puberty. The last time Ray even thought about
touching himself was a few months ago when he saw a pretty man without a shirt,
gun hung careless and lazy against his muscular waist which was nearly all
exposed due to the fact that his pants hung so low on his thighs. Since then,
he only thought of it. Never actually did it, especially with all the talk of
sex between Michael and him those two weeks ago or the actual sight of Gavin
rapturing his thoughts. 

"What about your previous lover?" Ray asked with a small voice. He was nervous
as to bring up the subject of Gavin's abusive ex-lover into the picture, but he
honestly couldn't help himself. He wanted to know, especially with the whole
affairs with Michael - who just so happened to be laying with the same man at
the time. It had Ray so enthralled as to the drama of it all and he wanted
more. 

"He's was and still is a mong," Gavin replaced, laying flat on his back. His
chest rose with the deep breaths he took and causing an exaggerated rise of it
compared to his small and flat stomach. His entire body was furred with more
and darker hair than it was when Ray last saw him. "He's a loose nut and will
never get any help. I couldn't believe the odds of actually meeting him in
Texas after we separated back in Great Brit."

"I'm glad he's not here anymore," Ray commented, his eyes continuing to scour
over the body of the Brit. As he was still paying attention, he couldn't help
the wandering orbs from eating everything up about the pet. The thin muscles
and skin the pet wore along with his whole figure. The collar and leash were
the final pieces of that crucial puzzle to make Ray melt. 

"And Ryan's here to stay," Gavin smiled. "And you, too."

"Thanks, Gavin," Ray sniffed, smiling so bashfully. He was glad the dimming
light of the sun was able to hide the red glow of his blush. "You really like
me, then?"

"If I can be honest, Ray," Gavin smiled. "You're enticing," he nervously
cleared his throat. "But, all within master's knowledge. I believe he's wanting
us back. I can hear his little clicks and whistles right now."

"How can you hear that?" Ray asked, sitting up from the tall grass and
beginning to lightly scratch at his back. 

"I've just grown accustom to it. You learn it, not inherit it. Anyone can be a
pet, Ray," Gavin clicked. "You just have to know what to do."

"And as a pet, do you know what to do?"

"That and more," the Brit winked, helping the Lad up to his feet. "If I can be
honest," he said once again, "I'm glad you don't like to hunt. Guns are
terribly dangerous and animals are filthy. If you like to shoot, I'm sure
master would still love to teach you."

"Perhaps I'll give that gun to the sheriff," Ray shrugged. "It never felt right
in my hands anyway."

Gavin shuddered, smirking so slightly when he felt his perverted thoughts
taking over for just the slightest second before beginning to hand Ray his
leash and settling down on his knees. "As you wish, m'boi."
***** The One that Got Away. (Dan/Michael, Gavin/Michael III, Joel/Burnie II,
Joel/Dan I) *****
Chapter Summary
     Joel has a bad dream. Does it mean anything, or is it just completely
     useless?
     After three weeks of pure torture, Ryan decided that he can't take
     anymore.
Chapter Notes
     Got a suggestion? Scene prompt? Want more of your favorite ship?
     Rarepair? Want more fluff and cuddles? Porn without Plot? I'd_love_to
     know.
     Thank you everyone who supports this fic. You guys are awesome. I
     literally couldn't do it without the motivation and inspiration that
     comes from my B, either~
     Yes, I suddenly put religion as a thing. Don't judge me, please? <3
                                     ^^^^^


The reflection of the candles temporarily blinded the man and he shielded his
face all still while looking at the boy sitting in the chair. The thin, teeny
frame that the Lad had was all folded up as he sat with a bent back, leaning
close into the mirror with lips puckered and full so that he may trace the
crimson red lipstick on. His prize was already dazzled with makeup: eyeliner,
blush, and lipstick, all the things that would make the man happy and it did.
The man smirked, leaning against the door of the frame with a lazy stature,
head dipped down so that the brim of his hat could shield the reflecting light,
but still reveal his dark eyes that laid beneath the shadows.
 
His token continued without a hitch, still professionally smacking his lips and
smearing the waxy cosmetic to make it shine a blood red. His hair was wild and
unkempt, but that is what the man loved the most about him. Wild and unkempt.
His clothes matched the same with the fishnet stockings and the absurd height
of the pink stilettos. They were such arare type of prissy shoe - only for the
proper and the rich. Only the best for his chap. They clicked whenever he moved
his ankles together. He was also styled with the remaining bit of glitter from
the previous and last performance of the night.
 
“Darlin’ cub,” the man tittered, clearing his throat to bring out the best of
his non-native western drawl out.  “What say you? Getting dressed all up as if
you’re the top shelf rake of the barn,” the man chuckled at his own pun,
walking into the dark room only coated with the faint light of the two candles
that rested in the back; it was nothing like the proper lightening that the boy
had ought to be using in order to apply makeup, but he did so anyway.
 
“Fuck you,” the ginger spat, batting his lashes into the surface of the mirror.
There was faint kisses and shapes of pink-smothered lips that pecked all along
the edges of the mirror. The man was always curious as to how those lips came
upon there; if it were just his Michael, that would be odd.
 
“Come on, girl,” the man chuckled, thudding his boots to where the spurs on his
heels jangles so slightly. He saw the bare shoulders and back of his boy tense
up, the muscles seizing as if in a panic. He touched them, earning a whimper
from the ginger before he leaned down close into his ear. “A good shag’ll do
you justice. You can’t say no to that.”
 
“Shag your fist, pervert,” Michael spat, darting his head back until his cold
eyes met with the man’s. “ ‘m not your girl.”
 
A dense hum fell in between them, the man trying his best to hold in a harsh
growl to snap at the ginger. The red, ripe lips of Michael were in a perfect
pout and the keeper tried his best to just focus on those. His buzz was just
beginning to wear off to where he felt the gnawing itch of sleep in his eyes,
which were lidded and blank. Despite the depressed mood, he managed a smile,
raising his eyebrows and giving the showgirl a little laugh, nuzzling his nose
against the other’s.
 
“My fist just isn’t good enough, lady,” the man sneered. “I need that wet ass,
girl.”
 
“Please, just go away, Dan,” whimpered the ginger, fingers gripping onto the
goldened tube of the lipstick. “Get the Hell out.” The performer turnedbleak:
freezing like ice after he spoke that statement. Muscles braced themselves from
the negative excitement, almost as if to prepare for the impact of a beating,
especially when he heard the keeper waver a shudder, a tiger being insulted by
its prey.
 
The man, he was at a loss of words. The mixture of the emotions and thoughts
made him sick with the help of the scotch that he’s been downing all night,
even if the peak was just beginning to wane and he could finally stand without
wobbling or actually speaking a sentence without slipping his tongue.
Throughout the whole concoction of the mixture, only one seemed clear. Rage. He
held still, fingers falling onto the pale, flawless shoulders of the ginger,
eyes fixated so vast, yet unaware. Michael finally put down the tube of
lipstick and straightened himself, throwing the pliant hands from Dan off of
his body and muttering a small statement, something offensive that would tear
the keeper’s heart to shreds if he would ever hear it clearly aloud.
 
“I’m going to clean up the mess downstairs. God knows you won’t do it,” the
showgirl scoffed, rolling his eyes before getting up. The bare shoulders of the
boy were now covered by a lovely shaw, wrapping around so tenderly against the
small boy’s body and hugging it tight to where the keeper couldn’t take his
eyes off of him. Wandering hands finally found their grips and grabbed at the
boy’s arm, making Michael gasp, turning his head in both fear and anger when
feeling the gripping strength of brushing fingers around his arm. Dan saw it in
his eyes - he saw just how begging Michael would become as to try and convince
him not to touch and not to grab. The look of horror upon the showgirl’s face
finally slapped reality into Dan’s mind again and he finally said something..
 
“Why is it that you plead for them to touch you, but when I want to, I can’t
even look at you without you breaking me apart. A man has his limits, Michael!
How long do you have to keep me this way for?” his tone was so simple; the most
threatening of all. He bore that hating glare into the Lad’s eyes to make him
squirm and shuffle his feet, desperate to get away. Dan loved it, every single
movement that his showgirl made in either love or fear made the man grow so
longing. He touched at the showgirl’s lacey blouse, twirling his fingers around
the rings of the loose strings that dangled as weightless as air. They bounced
whenever he would move and sway those lovely hips, circulating softly to ever
so quiet beat of an old ballad, threatening to spread open - just for a peek.
Just long enough for Dan to get his hands around what he wants.
 
That showgirl would turn any song sinful, guaranteed.


Michael flinched at the touch; it had the power to break a man’s jaw just
because they didn’t bother to pay the extra charge for added gin or juice.
There was often a rare time when Dan would be kind or sober enough as to touch
Michael for the Goddess that he says he is. The many bruises that would coat
his arms like sleeves for the winter days, or even the blooded lips that would
act as his lipstick, all came from the hand of his keeper, Dan. Most nights
would end in tears, but like every storm comes the sun. Every time Michael
would make them something to eat for dinner, have none of the guests in the
bar, and even dance just a little tipsy with the phonograph jarring out a good
waltz would make the most perfect of nights between them. Those nights, then,
were worth something.
 
“I want them to touch me because I know they’ll have better sense to know how
to treat a lady, unlike you,” the ginger spat, pointing his finger dead in the
center of the keeper’s chest. “Little toad.”
 
“Quiet, you!” Dan snarled, hands reaching out to grab until he stopped himself,
only having his teeth strain in a tough grit, just as he wanted his fists.
“Little slag. Clean up the fucking bar, why don’t you? You better have those
red lips on me by the time you’re done, too.”


                                       ~


He was getting ready for bed; already completely naked and waiting under the
covers for his showgirl to return. Michael always had a short fuse when it came
to the man, but Dan decided to not waste such petty sadness on weak emotions,
like anger. The boy would be better once he were to walk up the stairs and
already have his eyes so hungrily staring at Dan’s cock. His wear would be
smeared only slightly, dabbling off of the lips. It would be so glorious and
hot, Dan would have no problem pouring gushes of warm cum for his little Miss.
He often had to remind himself to not finish so early; he had to remind himself
to pull Michael’s lips off of him and go ahead and bend him over, give his
little whore a licking of a lifetime before ultimately plowing in with no
regrets. He always remembers those candied screams that his little slut would
make, crying for more.
 
It has been a lot longer for Michael to clean the bar as he said he would. It
usually takes no more than half an hour at best. Now, the candle wicks were
nearly gone and the wax sliding off of the wall in thin liquid drops before
solidifying to the pasty white that they were. Dan was already falling out of
the mood, sleep beginning to win over his eyes when his lids would fall for a
minute or two then open back to see the door still closed and his Michael not
in the room.
 
“The Hell is taking so long?” the keeper finally asked himself before jostling
up from the mattress. His was still completely bare and naked, but he paid it
no mind when he opened the door and began to walk down the stairs. There was a
soft creak of each step when he tried his best to act slowly about his pace.
The bar was completely dim as well as the scent in the air still being the one
of how it was earlier. There were no traces of the burning scent of candles as
well as no musk or smoke. “Michael!” he shouted, trying to look through the
darkness. There were no replies from his little showgirl or even involuntary
noises that Michael would always make whenever his keeper called him.
 
There was only the faded cry of a lone wolf howling at the moon. Nothing too
loud to raise awareness or fear, but still making Dan run down the stair in
fear that Michael was outside. “Michael!” he called. “Michael, I have been
waiting for you! The bar can wait ‘til later, yeah? Looks like you haven’t made
any attempt to even try and clean it.” There was still no answer and Dan stood
in the middle of the building, shifting his head around to try and look for
Michael all while his eyes were still trying to fully adjust to the darkness.
 
And then, finally there was a glimmer of life. A noise - just a frail noise and
he knew it belonged to the showgirl. “Michael!” he called again, running
towards the faint rustling and noise. It led him outside in the chill of the
night and he shivered, regretting leaving the warmth of the bar. Despite his
regret, however, he saw the dark movements of two bodies and heard their
voices. One was giggling while the other was faintly talking; both were male,
he knew that much, but there was a painful ping of the heart when Dan dared
himself to try and go towards them, not even caring if he were completely bare
out in public or not.

They were dancing in the field, holding each other and laughing. Dan had the
main terror of that being his Michael, but he couldn’t bare to try and think
about it even if he continued to wander towards the two out of curiosity. He
refused to believe how familiar they sounded; he refused to believe that was
Michael’s giggle coupled with the strong accent of an English voice that
did not belong to him.
 
“Michael!” he shouted, not containing himself anymore. He stated to run, teeth
in a fierce bite of his own lip to try and make himself believe of how this
couldn’t be happening, that his showgirl didn’t run off with this man and is
all bubbly and happy with him, holding those hands that of that stupid
stranger, filthing up his flawless performer.
 
The two figures stopped in surprise and looked at him with wide looks of panic
on their faces. “Go, go!” he heard for sure Michael crying out. His tender
hands were pushing away at the stranger, making the other cry in
little oofs and fusses. There was no denying it now; Michael was there, trying
desperately to get the strange man away so that he wouldn’t have to face the
wrath of the keeper. Try as they may, they couldn’t get away in time as Dan
finally closed in, arms gripping roughly at Michael’s hair.
 
The ginger cried, wailing out a loud scream that earned him a slap across his
bare back and his face.
 
“Get off of him, you crazy devil!” shouted the stranger. “Leave him alone!”
 
That voice, it couldn’t be.
 
“Gav,” Dan stated, brows furrowing as he stayed his restrain on Michael; his
voice was heavy, yet completely breathless. The latter eyes grew wide and his
breath completely stopped. There was no cloud of that warm air to surround him
in a huff, it just completely stopped. All of the world seemed to crack so
slowly, drawing a cut through the entirety of reality. Gavin’s breath continued
when he drew back his fist, face twisting into a kind of anger that Dan
had never seen.
 
“You!” the slightly older Brit spat.
 
Dan threw Michael back, letting go just to blow a punch right against Gavin’s
face. He felt the grind of bones smacking wetly against each other when the
keeper was successful to hit right in Gavin’s nose. The sudden spray of blood
splashed lightly against Dan’s knuckles, dripping thick when he pulled them
away.
 
“Gavin!” Michael screamed, earning a heavy snatch from the keeper. The ginger
cried, sniffling roughly when he saw the homeless Brit faltering back, his face
and his bent nose completely busted and bloodied from the punch.
 
“Get out, B, before I have to kick your ass again,” Dan hissed through tight
teeth, a snarl on his lips. “Get! Get your knob squeezed by a fucking cactus,
not my showgirl!”
 
                                  ~~~~~~~~~~~


“Reverend Hullum, do you honestly think that this sack of shit actually
deserves to breath anymore life? He ought’a burn for what he fucking did.”
 
“Heyman, I will not tolerate with your frayed integrity. We are all sinners in
the eyes of God. ‘Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye;
and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye,’
so says Matthew 7:5. Try not to feel the physical anger out of the incident,
but more like a righteous one, as He has for all of us. And though he loves us
so, he hates the sin of which we condone. So say the same for Daniel?”
 
“Dammit, Matt! ‘Righteous’ anger?! That fuckin’ varmint was splitting my
apprentice in half as if he were his fucking mate! You’re telling me I need to
have a ‘righteous anger’?! I’m pissed! The gallows has his name
written all over it,” the sheriff hissed, scowling out a snarl to get the
Reverend to even tap a simple hand on his nose, telling him to stop. “It
was rape, Reverend and Goddammit, Matt if you won’t be on my side for this --”
 
“Joel!” Matt’s patience snapped. “I dare you to curse in the house of the Lord
again let alone take His name in vain. Rooster Teeth has not been known for
damaged morals nor has it been known for rapists. Obviously this man isn’t from
here and therefore a trial isn’t even necessary in his case. It was from the
goodness of your heart that you didn’t shoot him right then and there,” the
holy Reverend smiled kindly, although faint. He placed a caring hand on the
side of Joel and gleamed with his eyes. “It was the Lord Almighty giving you
that kind heart. Use that to your advantage, Sheriff,” Hollum’s voice fell into
a whisper, both tracing and gripping at the single palm of Joel’s. “You’ve
given this man a second chance. Aren’t you proud? You’re such a noble servant
for Him.”
 
Joel couldn’t help himself but bow his head, pursing his lips in a tense line
to suppress a growing urge to spit a rebellious slur. Obediently, he spoke a
small “amen” and turned his head to look away. “The nurses at Saint David are
saying that the boy might conceive. Not to mention the horrible stretching of
his poor--”
 
“Heyman,” Matt cleared his throat, looking at the sheriff just above his
lashes. His frown was thoughtful, but nothing sinister. “I’ve given you my
piece about it. Any choice you make is all up to you, now. Do you wish to kill
a man for his sin? Or do you wish to show him the...correct path? Think of what
Christ did to us,” the Reverend bowed his head, laying caring hands upon the
chest of the sheriff, a knowing sigh flowing past Joel’s cheek. “Godspeed,
you.”
 
“Godspeed, Reverend,” Joel bowed his head. “Please, pray for me and Burnie.
Most of all, pray for my apprentice, Chris.” His fingers clenchedhard against
his arms when he held them together. There was a pressing and painful clamp of
his jaws when he talked. “Please, pray for his innocence to remain despite the
dirt that the Devil has cursed him with.”


                                       ~


The room was filled with smoke. Joel was about halfway through his second
cigar, exhaling puffs of the cool mint fragrance into the offender’s face. The
man did not so much as even try to shield his eyes to protect them from
watering. He looked at the sheriff with a cold face, a cold, smiling face. He
held the kind of smile that was perverse and wretched beyond compare. Joel
could see the gloat and lazy pridefulness in his eyes; as far as he was
concerned, this man - or more so monster - had taken his apprentice for his
own.
 
“You’re fucking sick,” Joel seethed, eyes darting knives. “You are the peak of
disgusting, Mister…?” Joel clicked, plopping into an empty chair at his table.
The guilty man wore no shoes with his ankles bounded by handcuffs and wrapped
around the leg’s of the chair. Same went for his wrists which were brought down
to where they were cuffed back. The bounded gentleman sputtered, laughing
lively at the comments.
 
“Gruchy. It’s Dan Gruchy and Sheriff, spare your dramatic talk and cut the
shit. Little Chris and I did some things you aren’t particularly fond of --”
 
“Don’t you dare talk anymore if you’re going to give me this utter bullshit.
You took him; you raped him. Don’t you fucking dare say that you did nothing
less other than rape.”
 
“Oh, really now?” the man laughed, winking mischievously. There was a gleam in
his teeth when he smiled; it completely brightened the room in the darkest way
possible, the content of such sickening behavior. “Why don’t you ask Little
Chris? Hopefully his throat isn’t too sore from him screaming my name, begging
for me to go harder.”
 
“Damn you, shut the fuck --”
 
“Squeezing around me so tight, he barely even knew what to do except just gnaw
at your spare sheets and have all of me. So pretty too, that little fellow. He
could barely contain himself when we were caught. If you paid the slightest bit
of attention, you would’ve heard him whine in loss. He clamped so hard around
me when you forced me to pull out of him, almost as if begging for me not to
leave that warm --”
 
Joel backhanded him, causing the offender to completely silence himself and
turn his cheek from the force of the strike. A red welt began to cover his
face, causing the slightest bit of swelling to make his cheek grow a little bit
fuller than before. He was surprised, but not shocked and he continued to
remain silent especially when he heard the clicking rotation of a pistol
magazine being turned to load a new bullet. He froze, still managing a smug
smirk.
 
“Fuck you, you are awful,” Joel’s quavering speech made him trip on his words;
he hated it, he hated always showing that little sliver of emotion to his
outlaws. It made him weak and he despised it was so hard to try and hide all
depths of emotions when talking about a little innocent boy who has been under
his wing for almost 2 years now and knowing how much the man in front of him
violated him; it was absolutely outrageous for the sheriff. “I’d ought’a hang
you. It would be so amazing for me to watch you dangling knowing what you did.
You deserve Hell,” the sheriff continued, throwing out his cigar to the side
and stepping the lit cherry with his boot. He saw the dim, evil smirk that the
offender wore and he then pulled his pistol out of his belt. “Or if you want to
be funny, I could just shoot you right here. Sure, I’d have to clean it up, but
I don’t mind. I wouldn’t feel bad --”
 
“Jesus Christ, Sheriff, you’re a damn card. You always have to have an act for
everything?” Dan asked, sighing boredly and shrugging his shoulders. The cuffed
pulled at his wrists, making him wince only hardly at the pinching pain.
“Either shoot me, hang me, or don’t do anything at all.”
 
“You don’t fucking care,” Heyman rolled his eyes, putting his gun down on the
table. He watched Gruchy with a heated and cautious eye before continuing, “you
have no regard, do you? You deserve punishment, but yet you don’t even care
what you get,” he sat down on the opposite chair, kicking up his feet until
they settled onto the table as well. “But, you know what? Maybe that’s okay. I
just gotta match sure you remain under my watch.”
 
“Are you yanking my hog?”
 
“If you are asking if I am kidding you, then no,” Joel smirked, raising his
eyebrows. “I have basically received all permission from the Reverend to do
anything I want to you and so,” Joel grabbed the gun from the table and emptied
it of the circular magazine. He received a very bewildered expression from the
offender before the sheriff tossed his gun to the side and letting it slide on
the floor and out of his grasp, “I’ve decided not to kill you even though
you deserve it. You better be thanking the Lord for my mercy.”
 
“The gods don’t care for us, Sheriff. No one deserves my thanks.”
 
Joel said nothing else and got up from the chair, keys jingling softly before
Dan felt the tugging and the loosening of his handcuffs. He was close to react
and it proved unhelpful as Joel pulled his hands from the chair just to
immediately attach them in the cuffs again and bound Dan up. Gruchy decided to
just not fight which is why he didn’t react when Joel did the same for his
feet.
 
With a hard thud, Joel pushed at Dan, leading him to a nearby cell; even if he
was wobbly from the lack of range with his legs, Dan still remained on his feet
and didn’t fall. He couldn’t even imagine what the sheriff would do if he had
the advantage to kick at him.
 
When the cell was unlocked, Dan felt the huge yankof the cuffs that surrounded
his wrists loosen up and suddenly, his back caved in, falling his whole body
inward and crashing to the floor so loose that he groaned, struggling to
manipulate his hands to where they could hold his body up.
 
“If you think you don’t deserve to thank Him, then you don’t deserve freedom,
now do you,” Heyman smirked.


                                       ~


“Babe, you’re home early,” Burnie yawned, taking the pot of coffee out of the
fireplace. “Do you want a cup?”
 
“I’ll pass,” Joel sighed, plopping in the closest chair that he could find, the
rocking one that Burnie always took his naps in. “Some sleep will do me good.
There was a couple of wolves at Pattillo’s place and I knocked him out with the
butt my gun. Silly me, right? Didn’t even have any bullets. I guess I forgot to
put them back in when I was locking that sicko up.”
 
“Brave love,” Burnie smiled, leaning in for a sleepy kiss. “You deserve to
sleep.” He began to help Joel out of his coat, taking the rifle out of the
sheriff’s hand and leaning it against the wall where it usually stood. They
exchanged another kiss, this time with cuddly arms being strewing languidly
around each other with loose lips tracing all around. Joel gave such a sweet
sigh when they parted, foreheads still nuzzling from time to time. “If I may
ask, babe, what exactly do you plan on doing with him?”
 
“I-I honestly don’t know, Burns,” the older replied. “Hullum actually talked me
out of killing him. I don’t know how he did that, but he did. He’s locked up
for now until I can figure out how he can pay his debt.”
 
“Perhaps you could allow him to come over here and help clean up and such.
Maybe work around the yard and the pasture,” Burnie shrugged, finally letting
loose of his wife. Heyman’s breath hitched only slightly when he gave it a
thought of how Dan could be able to help around the house whenever Burnie and
him are gone. It would be such a lovely idea to get aid like that, especially
when them being so busy and tired from a stressful day.
 
His thoughts began to wander, but he nodded giving Burnie yet another small
kiss on his cheek, chuckling out, “that’s not a bad idea at all.”
 
“I’m helpful at times,” Burns hummed before finally taking up his cup of coffee
and sipping at it. “You should get some sleep now, love.”
 
“What if there’s trouble?” Joel yawned, stretching at his head and beginning to
rub his eyes. It was obvious that sleep was going to win him over and there was
nothing more stressful than wanting to have sleep yet always being in a
constant worry that something will go wrong. What if there was a robbery? A
shooting?
 
“I’ll tell you immediately if there’s trouble, babe. I have to do my daily
rounds anyway,” Burnie replied. “You go on and get some sleep now, okay? Less
you need me to help you out a bit,” the husband winked giving a snicker or two
before Joel playfully swiped at him, not helping but to give his own blush and
smile.
 
“Stop it, you. I’ll be in bed soon, Daddy.”
 
“That’s my boy,” Burnie said before he put on his long, formal jacket and his
hat. He had a monocle hanging from his side pocket, completely for show. He
actually should have just gotten the bifocals, but he refused. A monocle was
much cheaper anyway. He was dressed like a city slicker, topped with perfectly
combed hair, boots with lovely golden spurs, and a tie to match his bandana, a
gift from Joel. “I’ll be back later.”
 
“Okay, hotshot,” Joel kicked off his boots and stretched. “I’ll be here.”


                                       ~


It had been 3 whole weeks since Ray’s staying at the Haywood residence, or
that’s what he calls it when he found out Ryan’s last name. He didn’t want to
call it anything other than that, he was too awkward and afraid to call it
“home”. Nevertheless with the fragileness of nervousness, Ray remained
comfortably with his current stay at the house. He was awoken almost every
morning to the smell of pork roasting over the fire and bread being baked in
the brick oven. Other days, he would awake to the cold air and pouring rain
with Gavin desperate to cuddle against him out of fear. One time, there was
such a big storm that the whole sky was darkened and there was thunder and
lightning almost constantly. Ray tried not to show his terror of the thunder,
but hugging up against Gavin’s trembling arm and fighting hard to hold back
tears proved no better for him.
 
But in all honesty, Gavin and Ray have been growing so close these past few
weeks and Ray absolutely adored it. The little boy swears that one time, he and
Gavin were this close to kissing. He could feel it when they were laying for
bed one night and Gavin was droning on and on about something crazy and
irrelevant (he should never drink before bed) and he leaned in close to Ray to
whisper something only to have his lips graze ever so slightly across the
boy’s. It made Ray’s heart flutter; he was so happy with how secretive and
dashing it was. Like something that should be hidden and not available for
witnessing eyes. Ray wanted more; he wanted to tell them how much of a liking
he does have for them, waiting for his courting to begin and waiting for the
exciting thing called “marriage”. He never thought of being a wife to someone,
but he knew that possibly having two companions would make him twice as happy
as before, or so says his fifteen year-old logic.
 
Lately, he hasn’t even been sleeping well. he didn’t suppose anything negative
is happening within him; he’s just so excited for the new day to appear. Every
single day was a different adventure whether it was hiking, rabbit-holing,
fishing, and riding in the carriage to go into town. There was just so
excitement in the small boy’s mind that he could barely afford sleep and
instead just stare at the stars out the window until the lightening sky would
spark into life and the awakening smell of breakfast would enter his nose.
 
It took only two days for the master to notice, however, and he worriedly shook
at Ray’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to try and wake the sleepy Hispanic
Lad up as he was beginning to show signs of faint.
 
“Raymond, what ails you?” Ryan asked, voice tender with concern. “You look like
you’ve spent the night in a cave rather than a warm cottage.”
 
“Nothing, sir,” Ray lied and managed that cute smile that would always make the
Master’s fingers tingle with a buzz, just like that tingle he would get after a
good shot of bourbon. He wanted to give in so badly; lean the boy in for a
tender kiss with him sitting in his lap and making such deprived mewls that
would allow his pet to ache with want. He caught himself, though, only curling
his fingers to try and stop that nervous tinge.
 
“Your eyes are dark instead of that lovely amber,” the master made a huff,
whistling for his pet. Gavin came in with sleepy movements, but obedient ones
He grumbled softly from the exhaustion that he felt from his body just wanting
to lay back down and curl up next to Ray once again.
 
“Yes’sir,” Gavin spoke.
 
“Take Ray on to bed. He looks terrible.”
 
“Sh-shall I keep his bed warm?” the pup bit his lip, cheeks lightening aflame.
“L-like how I’ve been doing?”
 
The master nodded, but continued to remain that vital glare that locked in with
Gavin’s eyes. It was the glare that screamed out “he’s mine, pet. You’ll have
your sloppy seconds like the good pup you are” or perhaps that was Gavin’s
filthy, flushed mind making all of that up. Either way, he obeyed the master
and headed Ray off to bed, saying such soothing, sleepy things like talking
about taking the rare trip to the coast, or even visiting those frilly, dainty
cities that would light the world up with those rare, fancy light bulbs just
like the stars in the night sky.
 
After a couple of minutes in silence, the master poured himself a cup of black
roast, spitting half of it out just from how bitter it tasted. Usually, he
never had a problem with drinking the cup straight, but maybe the thought of
Ray’s sweet, sugar lips against his made every flavor bitter andbland.
 
When he awakens, I must tell him. I can’t wait any longer, nor can my pet.


                                       ~


“Oh! Yes, yes, yes, sweet pet. T-that’s it. G-God, you’re amazing.”
 
“How you like it when it happens to you, huh? You like it, don’t you, you
fucking slut? You like milking the life from my cock, don’t you--Fuck!”
 
“Jesus, you’re the fucking best. Feel so good around me, my pet. So glad I
didn’t hang you, my plump-assed boy, my Dan.”


                                       *


Joel woke up heated and blushing, him trying to strip himself of his shirt
almost instantly when his eyes opened and he piled back onto reality. He was
gasping with his pants so tight that they were straining when he moved and he
was moaning soft when fumbling and clumsy hands to try and get the britches
opened.  It was all so fast-pace and he barely even realized what was
happening. All he knew is that he was going to burst a load and it was going to
feel amazing.He wrapped a hand around the hardened, warm flesh,
jerking instinctually and groaning shamelessly, toes curling, and him spilling
his warm load all over his hand.
 
“Shit,” he cursed, rocking into his hand so slowly and trying to remain focus
on not messing up the floors. “Jesus Christ, I haven’t orgasmed like that
since…” he trailed off with a sigh, cheeks heating in embarrassment and a
blameful heart beginning to surge hot blood all through his body. He couldn’t
believe it, he’s never dreamed about someone other than his husband. He was
loyal, he wasn’t some piece of meat who just bangs for the moment, he
was intimate and loving. “Burnie!” he called. “Please, Burnie!”
 
“Babe!” the younger man was running down the stairs, hands circling into Joels
and then grunting in disgust when he felt the warm goo being spread all over
his fingers. He bit his lip, recognizing the cream immediately from how warm it
was. “Oh, what the Hell, Joel? Why are you doing this?”
 
“I’m sorry, Burnie,” Joel sniffled, getting up from the floor. His pants were
still unlatched and barely hanging onto his thighs. “I’ve dreamt about someone
else. I didn’t mean to, love, I swear!”
 
“Oh, Joel,” the mayor rolled his eyes before laughing and trailing the wife to
have his hands under the faucet. There was always a bucket of cool drinking
water and Burnie made sure to move it before he began to wash the Sheriff’s
hands. “That’s all? You’ve messed yourself all up and get into a fuss about it
because of that? Heyman, dear, I love you, but you have to calm down. You can’t
control dreams, and sometimes they don’t mean what you think.”
 
The hot blood in the wife’s cheeks only pooled now and began to chill when he
calmed. “You’re a forgiving husband; I’m so lucky to have a real man like you,”
Joel placed a soft kiss on the round, plush cheek of his lover’s face. “I love
you.”
 
“And I love you, my wife,” the owner finally drew Joel’s hands away from the
water, making sure all of his fingers were cleaned. “Come, join me in bed. I
was afraid to wake you up. You definitely needed that rest, practically slept
the whole day.”
 
“My mind has been busy, Burns,” Joel sighed. “It’s getting even more stressful
on me. Have you heard any news on Chris?”
 
“The nurses said he will be fine after a few days of healing. They have the
best ointments and medicine that we can hope to offer. As far as conception,
they don’t know for sure.”
 
Joel began to heave himself up the stairs along with Burnie, using the younger
man as a post to help him upward. There was a whine in his throat when they
finally reached the second floor and Burnie’s kisses were all over his neck.
Joel felt sick with his stomach feeling completely twisted before he finally
crossed his arms and looked at his husband.
 
“What, baby? What’s gotten you all upset?” Burnie leaned in for yet another
kiss, hands grabbing at Joel’s arms and pulling them down so that their hands
may hold. Joel was the first to pull away from Burnie, a guilty look on his
face coupled with teary eyes.
 
“Burnie, I dreamt about Dan. I deserve every punishment you give me.”
 
***** Courting. (Ray/Ryan/Gavin I) *****
Chapter Summary
     Finally, Ryan asks the question. He, Gavin, and Ray have never been
     happier since he didn't, either.
Chapter Notes
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With majority of the day had all to himself, Ryan decided to take Edgar out
towards the desert for a little run. Mainly, it was for distraction of the
heavy thought on his mind. He was fearful for how the little boy would react to
his sudden outburst, especially at his age. It wasn’t that uncommon for a teen
being wedded to an older man, although it was a very big deal when it did
happen. With that came negative responses that Ryan didn’t think he could
handle just yet, especially after finally becoming a trusted man of the state
again.
 
He returned back to Rooster Teeth and stopped by Geoff’s place to order a
bottle of sparkling rum. The bar keeper was already wondering about the special
occasion with the order for the beverage and with a slow tongue, Ryan softly
said that he was going ask Ray’s permission for courting. Geoff didn’t say much
of anything, but Michael was very interested, asking such silly and sexual
questions that cause Geoff to send the pet up to their room. The small talk
that followed really pertained much to nothing before Ryan thanked the bar keep
for the bottle and left, promising to be back within the week.
 
It was early evening before the boys finally came back from their nap. Ray was
yawning contently, rubbing sleep from his eyes after his heavy sleep. Gavin
looked the total opposite of rested, but after dragging himself in and begging
his master for a spot of coffee, he felt quite better. Ray bounced blithely,
actually knocking himself into the master and gasping quickly for it and
apologizing. Ryan could not help but bring out his tired, tattered smile before
tossing his head back, whistling soft yet pitchy. Gavin followed through and
went to Haywood’s feet, wrapping himself around them before settling on the
floor, awaiting for what the master had to say. Ray was more than hesitant with
a nervous fringe in his face. After another second or two, he began to shuffle
over to Ryan, getting closer to the man until his knee touched with the
master’s thigh.
 
“Ray, I have to ask you this,” he began. Ray felt his knees slightly give way
and buckle, the frayed feeling of sudden anxiety now surrounding his body. Was
is something bad? He didn’t sound hearty at all. It was that natural boy
feeling to always feel the anxiousness when a being of which you’re fond of
suddenly come to you with a flat tone and solemn eyes, and that’s just what the
master had now. He still had that little smile that would show that tiny
twinkle of joy, but overall, Ray wasn’t convinced.
 
“W-what is it, sir?” Ray asked. He began to sway back and forth on his heels, a
movement that distracted not only himself, but the master and pet as well.
 
“Stop that. It isn’t anything bad. If at all, I should be the one who’s
nervous, here,” Ryan cleared his throat, jostling his feet around until they
found a comfortable stop away from Gavin’s digging fingers. The pet was nervous
as well with nails clawing their way into the ankles and shins of his master,
whimpering so anxiously as to what Ryan was about to say. He already knew it,
but he was just waiting. Even with the man's attempt to keep his feet away, he
grabbed at the master's ankles again.
 
“After some time heavily thinking about this issue along with the growing,” the
eldest cleared his throat, hacking up what seemed to be a tense beat in his
thoracic cavity, hollow and empty before he continued, “desire...from not only
myself, but also with my dear pet Gavin,” he looked up at the boy, leather
gloved fingers tracing against the boy’s before ultimately pulling the Lad’s
hand and clasping it in his. It was shaking. “I would love to begin to court
you, but only if you permit me, my dear. I’ve -- we have fancied your taste for
the longest time, now, Raymond.”
 
The boy grew hot, fingers fumbling within the man’s hold. The first thing that
he could think of what was Michael, the pet did not lie like Ray originally
thought. The ginger pet was truthful, and it filled Ray’s heart to bursting
before he began to cry, a big tear rolling down the edge of his cheek before it
dropped off onto his shirt. There was a disappointed and saddened noise from
the mournful whining of his pet. Ryan was quick to let go of Ray’s hand and
instead patting his shoulder.
 
The silence was intolerable and made the master clench his fingers in stress,
longing for his hand to once again be around Ray’s. “God, God, Raymond. I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have stepped out of my bounds. It was rude and insolent. I
should have known better; please, forgive me and we won’t speak of it anymore -
-”
 
“No!” Ray cried, wiping his red face with his sleeve. He caught the master’s
attention with his crystal eyes locked on Ray’s amber ones. The master seemed
shock with his loose lips opening to reveal his slack jaw along with his pet
that still sat under the chair, totally tensed and locked. The boy made pleas
and chitters of reconsideration before he finally dove down onto Ryan’s lap,
wrapping small and tight arms around the man’s neck. “No, no, please, I didn’t
mean to cry. I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “I-I want to. Please, I’m just scared and
I don’t know what to do…”
 
Gavin gasped slightly, nails once again finding their way around the Master’s
legs and digging in so harsh that Ryan hissed in pain. He couldn’t believe the
words that he was hearing, the actual agreement and granted permission coming
from the boy? Was he dreaming? Ryan finally had the strength to pull the
clinging Ray again from his neck and look at him with wide and pleasantly
surprised eyes.
 
The boy’s cheeks were pink and his eyes were glossy from the threatening tears
that continued to seep out from his eyes and roll down his cheeks. He was
beautiful - gorgeous and beautiful, Ryan couldn’t help but think. To top it all
off, this alluring teen was in his lap, begging to be courted with arms hugging
his neck. It was a totally different scene than what played out in the master’s
head, but damn it if he were to try it again.
 
He leaned in for a satisfying, yet slanted squeeze as Ray’s legs
spread just slightly open from being around the man’s larger waist. Ryan was
careful to not touch at those sensitive place (being that lovely boy’s thighs,
groin, waist, and even stomach) so that Ray could slide off of his lap easily.
He didn’t know what to say except just to have that smile on his face that he
knew would make the boy giggle.
 
“S-so are we together, now?” Ray asked softly, the clear tone of innocence
ringing all around in that statement. Gavin chuckled cheerfully, crawling out
from underneath the chair and already having his arms wrapping around the boy’s
legs as if he had permission, but Ryan waved it off, trying to focus on reality
again.
 
“N-no, not yet, at least. I’m just trying to make things come a little closer
between us,” he answered, beginning to stand up from the chair, straightening
tall over the boy. The height difference, goodness, it made him grow hot. He
was planning on marrying this young boy and suddenly now he’s beginning to grow
conscious just how different they really are.
 
The master is twice Ray’s age while Gavin is already 10 years ahead. It was
nothing entirely out of the ordinary, but it was still a shock to society today
to have such a young, teeny Lad being married off to these older men. It was
crucial that Ryan had to show just how much he was capable of taking care of
him, let alone showing the signs of actually wanting to marry and even trying
to make children. The pain would be remarkable, but all too magnificent  when
he imagined that little teen laying under him now holding his own child in his
small arms on their cozy bed.
 
He felt Ray hugging at his waist, snuggling his head into the folds of his
jacket. The boy made such a comforting noise that brought all the courage of
the man to bring Ray's chin up so that their eyes would meet. The boy’s orbs
were glossy and prone to shedding tears any second if it weren’t for the pet to
come up to come upward and take the boy in his arms and comfort him.
 
Then he giggled past sliding tears, causing Ryan to smile.
 
He knew he could make this work.

                                     ~~~~

“Those are Wild Feverfews. I’m slightly allergic to them. They cause me to
sneeze whenever they’re too close to my nose, but goodness they are pretty,
aren’t they?” Gavin asked, picking up another flower from the field. He and Ray
were both grazing through the grass to try to the find the prettiest flowers.
Ray never really took the time to pick such floret buds; he never even took the
time to admire them at all. They were everywhere and Gavin was making such a
noise of sniffling with the occasional sneezes that would cause Ray to giggle.
 
“Maybe we should pick tulips instead of these.”
 
“Wild Feverfews are my favorites despite what they do to me. What’s your
favorite, love?” Gavin tossed the bundle he had into a basket all while taking
up the few that Ray had. When they touched, his hands were as warm as the
basking sun and Gavin purred in response, wanting to clasp those pretty fingers
that would only compliment such a graceful,, rare diamond ring that would
encircle it.
 
“I don’t have a favorite. I barely know what’s here already,” Ray sighed a
thoughtful breath before scattering the petals off from his pants.
 
“Then we must find you one. Texas has such stunning flowers, prettier than the
ones back in England. Especially the Desert Sage. An enchanting purple that’s
really common around these parts. Oh!” the pet showed excitement, gathering up
all the loose petals and placing them in the basket. “Don’t scatter these,
love,” he begged. “They are good luck and resemble life everlasting.”
 
“You’re such a sweet tart!” Ray giggled, shoving an open palm against the pet’s
cheek. They both laughed as Gavin gathered the boy in his arms for a loving
hug. “They don’t mean that.”
 
“They do, I promise,” Gavin reassured, taking his fingers to brush loose locks
of hair from the boy’s eyes. There was quiet rustling of the grass that blew
against the warm wind of upcoming spring. It was such a cold winter, but the
sudden warmth of the air prepared for the wonderful spring that would sprout up
more flowers.
 
“When the seasons change, will there be more flowers?” Ray asked, not helping
himself but to eye the basket beside them that had all of the swirling petals
that would fly against the wind, only lightly, though.
 
“The Wild Feverfew thrive in the changes of the seasons, no matter what time of
year. The Violet Snowdrop Leaves will soon die off near West Elizabeth since
the Winter is beginning to wane.”
 
“Maybe next year we’ll pick them.”
 
“Perhaps,” Gavin chuckled before letting loose of Ray and gathering up the
basket. “Come. Master’s about to come back from the plains with a nice boar on
his back, I’m sure of it.”
 
“What if it’s a buck this time? Maybe a fox,” Ray began to follow Gavin, taking
a hold of his long leash. The master -- or rather Ryan had made it purposely
longer so that Ray could have a better hold of it especially with the
differences of height between the two of them. Ray still loved it and carved
little scratches and lines in the leather every single day that they were
together. It had almost been a month since the older man had asked Ray for his
courtship. It was nothing different between the three of them like any other
days. They would wake, have a lazy morning, perhaps set off to the plains or
town to gather some supplies or food, and finally end the night with an
enjoyable, crackling fire.
 
“Whatever he brings, I’ll prepare it with all the love and adoration I can
afford,” Gavin answered as he laid a soft hand upon the boy’s shoulder. “Come,
Ray. I hear his whistling in the distance.”

                                       ~

The puff of mint tobacco made him cough; it was a bigger hit than before. He
usually wasn’t the one to smoke, but hearing the soft coos that the boy had
made while he was tucking him into bed made him feel just a
little something that needed that burst of flavor and the nicotine high. There
was a lot on his mind. The past month with Ray was probably the happiest month
of his life and yet their lips haven’t even touched yet. It reminded him a lot
of when he found Gavin in the desert and drug his straggling body onto Edgar
just to lead him home and have him wallow in the bed for two days, completely
drained and exhausted.
 
That was when they were also shy of each other. Ryan took the time to make
breakfast after those two days and Gavin crawled down the stairs, very thankful
of everything the man had done for him, promising to do anything and everything
to repay him back. At first, Ryan begged that that was unnecessary but after
constant promises, he finally decided that he had been alone long enough. He
knew Gavin wasn’t meant to be his wife and so he came up with the better option
for the man to become his pet. The Brit was obviously hesitant at first, but
keeping to his promise, he accepted it.
 
And he’d never been more joyful.
 
The first week, their hungry lips were rarely ever off of each other. Even in
their sleep, Gavin would wake in the middle of the night just to brush his
mouth over his master, moving his lips in the form to say the words quietly “I
love you so much”. He thought he was always careful not to wake up the man, but
little did he know that Ryan would be awake to receive those quiet messages.
 
That was the last time Ryan had ever felt this elated, but now the feeling was
back again and yet he’s only gone so far with the boy as to just hold his hand
when they walk down the light snowy trails of the mountain when Ryan was
hunting for bears. Gavin was near by with his heavy winter coat made from the
very same skin of the animal and warm leather boots made from both the warm
skin and fur from a rabbit. It was quiet, then except for the little yips that
the pet would make whenever he and Ray threw snowballs at each other.
 
“Feeling nostalgic, love?” asked a familiar voice that caused Ryan to turn his
head. It was his beloved pet by the doorway, one hand on his jutted, curvaceous
hip while the other was stuck on the door.  He had a smile on his face, nothing
more than just a smirk though that showed half of his lovely teeth. “You barely
ever smoke unless you’re stressed or possibly in love. Which one is it?”
 
Ryan laughed, taking another drag from the cigar and seeing all of the cherry
embers fly into the air before he pulled away just to release a thick cloud.
 
“Come pet, must you blame me? Yes, I am in love. That wonderful boy has taken
over my life completely.”
 
“I can tell. You barely can even make that pot of coffee without your eyes
wandering to him while he’s staring out the window, admiring the birds. I know
because I do the same,” Gavin finally let go of the door and took careful
strides towards the master, lolling his head in the movements of his gate. Ryan
chuckled while opening his lap so that his pet could sit when he finally
reached him. The pet’s thighs were spread admirably before he crawled on top of
the older man with his arms wrapping around his neck for support. They met in a
smoky and grey kiss with sleepy eyes lidding close when they moved against each
other. It was so leisurely and loving with the taste of mint and whiskey
lingering between them.
 
“You’ve been sneaking my booze, haven’t you? As long as you don’t get into that
rum. I’ve been saving it for the wedding. Let my boy get so drunk and warm for
us.”
 
Gavin giggled with a toothy, straight smile all while stealing the fat tobacco
joint from the master’s fingers. He took a deep drag, amaturely coughing only
slightly to puff out a cloud of smoke. He inhaled correctly, however, with
their lips dragging against each other. The master took the cigar and butted it
out against the dirt in the glass cup before taking the time to share anymore
kisses with his pet. Their fingers roamed over each other so curiously, yet so
knowing and familiar. There wasn’t an inch of any of their bodies that hasn’t
already been already stroked by each other fingers.
 
They were gripping, the pet’s excited nails already beginning to pick and dig
against the coat of the master, begging for his clothes to peel off so that
their bare chests may touch.
 
“My dear Gavin, shouldn’t you be in bed with our dear?” Ryan exhaled a long
sigh, eyes sliding closed when the warm, stubbled lips of the Brit began to
trail down and kiss all along his neck. He tilted his head to expose his throat
to allow to Brit to lick and kiss, lighting that soon kindling fire that caused
the blood to trail all down to his groin. Tight hands clamped onto the arms of
the pet, rough groans leaving his maw. They were wanting, both of them.
 
“He’s tucked in right well, you’ve made sure of it,” Gavin answered, continuing
to move his lips and tongue all along the warm skin of his master. It was so
soft with just the lightest brush of coarse hair that would scrape. He loved it
all, didn’t deny any moment of how much he adored it. The heavy bulge of Ryan
began to rise, rutting up so intricately against his thigh. “Let’s celebrate,
master. Perhaps he’ll finally bless us with those fairy kisses.”
 
“Kisses compared to that of goddesses,” Ryan agreed, hands settling wide onto
the bare bottom cheeks of his pet, spreading them just to feel the muscles
twitch so knowing and excitedly. Light mewls were heard, whining soft and
light. “My pet,” the master mused, pecking yet another dab on the Brit’s lips.
“My love.”
 
“Open me, master,” Gavin laughed yet so roused when he bucked his own hardness
into the dry clothes on the older man’s thigh. “Open me and shag me so good;
let me scream high like you want to hear that little boy do.”
 
“And you do, too,” Ryan moaned honestly, bucking his hips upward so much so
that the wooden chair beneath them creaked. “You would like to stretch that boy
open and mark him as your own, like a proper dog should.”
 
Gavin mewed, tilting his head back just for Ryan to bite down with flaming
vigor. His hand wrapped around the pet’s weeping cock that seeped with precum
just as thick as drool. The noises between them were so parallel and
complementing, it was almost like a perfect song that would only be suited for
love.
 
“You should know that the husband needs to mark his wife before the dog should.
Only God knows how pretty he’ll look under me, all spread opened and wide for
you to just slide right in when I’m done and settling down in bed for the
night. I’d watch you two, too,” Ryan moaned through his teeth as he pulled his
pet closer, forcing the Brit to feel just how hard and dense he was. “Watch you
creaming him while he’s already seeping and dripping with my own.”
 
“Master,” Gavin cried, lax jaw laying open, head throwing back in such appall
at the words. He tossed his hips upward into the tight hand of his master to
relieve his aching cock. He moaned loudly, calling both his master’s and Ray’s
name. “L-let me, master. Let me,” he shifted his body, pulling himself away
from the sandy blond just to jumble his hands all over the trousers of him. He
popped open the linens to see his master’s cock spring out so painfully hard
and leaking with a thick, tasty, and sparkling bead of liquid.
 
The pet whimpered so eagerly.

                                       ~

Ray laid awake in his bed, not even noticing that the side beside of him was
empty. When he turned to see that the pet was gone, he grumbled wondering where
he could be. Ray slept for only an hour, or perhaps it was just a little
longer. With any rate, Gavin was gone and he felt uneasy being alone.
 
There were always thoughts of why Ray could never sleep with the master.
Throughout this month, he continued to ask the man as to why, but the only
reply would come to say that it was “inappropriate” as if courting did not
allow such things as sleeping together. Ray had always wondered what it would
be like to share the cozy bed of him and Ryan, his soon to be husband for that
matter. He always wanted to take the time to share a bed with him. Would they
finally kiss? Would they finally touch those warm places that the boy had never
even thought about letting another being touch? Would Gavin be jealous as they
would kiss in their bed?
 
The questions always boggled the boy, but he never had the courage to actually
ask. He knew nothing of courting except that the bond that they would share
would begin to grow and swell until finally the time would come when they would
finally share that sensation of touches that would mark him as a wife to his
husband.
 
“Gavin?” Ray called out in a weary voice. He didn’t realize how much his throat
had relaxed due to his little nap, altering his voice to become a much higher
pitch than he intended. It was embarrassing and he was relieved that no one was
there to hear it. “Come here, Gavin, where are you?” he asked after clearing
his throat.
 
There was no reply from the pet nor was there any questioning of the master.
There was only the ticking drone of the old grandfather clock that sat in the
in the corner of the bedroom along with the singing of the crickets. It seemed
like such a quiet, peaceful night that the boy had gotten used to sleeping to.
It was like a soothing lullaby that he barely ever heard when he still lived in
the town of Rooster Teeth. There was always the wild howling of wolves and
coyotes, but not here. In the plains, it was always just the lowing of small
fawns and the whistling of the wind. He loved it, but no matter how much he
tried to get settled, there was still just the alertness that kept him awake
for tonight.
 
“Ryan,” he then called, beginning to sit up from the bed. “Gavin, here b-boy.”
The little pet term was still so unique and foreign on his tongue that he
didn’t even know if he was allowed to say it or not. He looked around, his eyes
fully adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him. “Here, boy,” he whispered.
There still wasn’t an answer.
 
He hopped up from the bed, scattering the blankets onto the floor before he
scuffled through them to get to the door. Once he opened it past the small
creaking of the wood, that is when he heard that new noise. It was faint,
but desperate. It sounded like small cries of a hurt animal, or worse a person.
 
“Gavin!” Ray called just over a whisper. He didn’t want to startle the master,
but he was growing in concern as to what the noise was.
 
“Ryan!” it screamed and Ray ran towards it, wishing he had his gun by his side.
It was the cry of Gavin and the pet sounded hurt and his immediate response was
to run towards him, hoping that he’ll be able to save him.

                                       ~

“Ryan!” Gavin cried, being shushed immediately by the master with his lips. He
bobbed so smooth and easy on the master’s cock, his legs wrapping around both
the waist and the back of the chair. Wet moans dripped from Gavin’s lips like
water even as they were pressed against the older man’s.
 
His large palms were cradled so gently on the pet’s hips as he bounced the Brit
up and down. When they parted, they ripped needily with Ryan’s teeth grit as
Gavin rode with his head tilted back, mouth opened into a perfect “O” that wept
with demand. Ryan rumbled with such a content whirr that caused Gavin to purr,
grinding his body so much so to make the master moan so deep.
 
“My perfect pet,” he praised. “With your slick, tight hole, riding me like a
proper mule.”
 
“D-don't you wish it was that little boy, your fair mistress--”
 
“Our Mistress,” Ryan breathed, lips kissing all over the steam that rose from
the warm glaze of sweat that layered his skin. “And Gavin, you knowhow badly I
want to shoot my warm seed inside that sweet boy, make him a correct mother
that will wait with her pregnant belly and her leaking, open hole just for me
to slide right in.”
 
Gavin sobbed urgently, just picturing the image of his sweet Ray being in that
way. The pretty mistress would bend over, lift his dress to expose that
glistening, fine rim as well as exposing his full, rounded tummy that would hug
against the floor as he would present. He would make the softest whines
whenever Gavin would lick him clean like sweet, butter rum candy and open Ray
for his master, the mistress’ husband. It would be delicious, the British pet
would rub his soothing hands all around the hot, lush skin of the boy’s stomach
that would be filled to the brim with his master’s puppies.
 
“M-master,” the younger man begged, hand gripping his cock so that he could
gain some of the friction. “Oh, please--”
 
“Gavin!” cried a voice that shattered the dream. It was the same voice that
belonged to the sugar Lad that he was thinking over. Gavin stopped bouncing
with his hands fastened harshly on Ryan’s shirt, threatening to tear if he so
much as moved.
 
“R-Ray,” Gavin replied, feeling the fill of his entrance leave empty when Ryan
pulled out, greatly trying to hide himself so that the boy couldn’t see.
 
“Ray,” Ryan also spoke, his tone used and low from the coat of sex that covered
it. “I-I -- we thought you were asleep.” He sounded apologetic, tucking himself
back against Gavin and making the pet gripe from the loss of his cock that
brimmed him so well. The Brit took a look back as well as the master just
staring into the shocked and flabbergasted eyes of the small teen.
 
The boy was blushing, covering his face and immediately turning his back to
leave.

                                      ~~

Ray didn’t really speak about it at all the next couple of days. If fact, he
barely spoke at all to both the pet and the master. He wasn’t angry or upset in
anyway, but he remained quiet with only a smiling face to accommodate for his
silence. Whenever Ryan would ask him a question, he would merely shake his
head, nod, or shrug. Gavin would try to pet at Ray’s leg, whimpering faint in
apology whenever it grew quiet.
 
Ray didn’t want apologetic noises, however, and despite how much he loved
Gavin’s comforting or strokes, he would keep to himself and not speak. All he
could think about was that scene that was branded with a scalding iron into his
brain.
 
Gavin sitting on top of Ryan, his master, bumping up and down upon his visible
cock. Ray saw it, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard he
tried. It was all he could focus on and he wanted it so badly. During last
night when he knew both the master and Gavin were asleep, he snuck outside to
go into the clean, empty outhouse to palm at his own growing hardness. It was
ever so exciting and he mewled quietly at the new sparks that rode up and down
his spine whenever he would ran his hand over his length.
 
There were even curious fingers to run over his puckered, dry rim. They
threatened to poke in whenever Ray got too excited, beads of arousal seeping
from his slit whenever he would stroke his cock. It was all so secretive and he
was embarrassed to admit what he did last night. He honestly couldn’t express
how excited he really felt. Everytime the older man would speak to him, almost
every muscle in his body would lock up just like a faulty gear on a train and
he would steam just the same. Forcing nods and answers seemed more straining
and painful than ever whenever the master would ask him a question.
 
“Ray,” Gavin sighed, lightly smoothing his fingers all over the dried clothes
that belonged to the teen. They were both working on laundry and so far they
have been able to wash four shirts that belonged to that Lad and two of the
master’s vest along with his one pair of his dark, rough denim pants. Ray
looked at the pet, but kept his hands close to himself, aimlessly twirling his
fingers in the soapy water and then grinding his knuckles against the folded
and crunched metal of the washboard.
 
“Yes, Gavin?”
 
“You can call me ‘pet’, dear,” the Brit encouraged gently. “I don’t want you to
be so formal with me. We’ve been t-together for nearly three fortnights now.”
He smiled against his shaky voice, beginning to fold Ray’s shirts together so
neatly before setting them to the side of his left hip and then grabbing at the
soaked jeans and preparing to hang them. Ray could see the concern in his
movements and he knew that he was possibly worried about the other night.
 
“What is it, p-pet?” Jesus, it seemed even more awkward to say than “boy”.
 
Gavin felt his cock twitch and he quickly tried to shove his hands downward
with the jeans. He didn't want Ray to see and Lord, the Brit shouldn't have
felt so aroused when the boy said that. He maintained his composure, only
clearing his throat before finally getting to his knees once he knew that it
was safe and hung the jeans on the line.
 
“You’ve been quiet for the last day or two, dear,” he began to slowly explain,
his eyes always remaining down on the articles of clothing that they were
washing. “It had Ryan and I concerned. Can we talk about it?”
 
The boy gulped, beginning to slow down the movements of his hands. He felt the
rising heat of blood pumping in his face again and it actually caused his head
to warm up so uncomfortably, even he felt like his hair was beginning to feel
like a burden. With a slow, unsteady tone, be tried to answer the Brit but to
no avail, he just shrugged his shoulders with a wide smile. “I dunno,” he
dumbly answered. “I-It’s new.”
 
“What do you mean by that? If I can honestly say, I’m ashamed and embarrassed.
We shouldn’t have --” the pet was silenced by the cry of the boy along with
wrinkled, pruned fingers clasping against his and tearing them away from the
dark, wet denim. Their eyes met and Gavin could see the tense, wide smile of
the Lad with the reassuring, glad shine in his eyes.
 
“I mean I just need to get used to it. G-Gavin, I thought it was fantastic.” It
sounded as if someone had punched the boy in the stomach with all of the wind
knocked out of him. He shakily leaned into the naked body of Gavin, giving him
a damp hug with his wet hands running all along the skin of the Brit’s back.
“I-I’m not used to it, but I want to be.”
 
“Goodness, dear,” Gavin gasped, barely believing a word that the boy had said
to him. The feelings of shamefulness and regret began to ebb away like a slow-
drying puddle, but he found himself hugging Ray back, careful to not muck up
the boy’s body with his wet hands. “I’m so glad we didn’t scare you off.”
 
“You did the total opposite of scaring me off,” the boy snickered gladly.

                                     ~~~~

Gavin slept by Ray’s side whenever they were outside by small fire. It crackled
like kettle corn on a pan and the embers through into the sky just like the
stars. Ray continued to look up into the night that was lit by both a nice
crescent of a glowing, bright moon as well as the vast being dazzled by a
multitude of glittering rings. They sparkled, or at least they seem to twinkle.
The boy was in complete awe from how luminous the sky seemed to be with the
scattered glows.
 
Across from him on the other side of the fire sat the master threading a needle
through a patch of fabric. It was so odd to see the master doing this; usually
it would be the pet doing something with crafts, but this time it wasn’t. Gavin
slept with soft snores and mutters all while his chin would rub up against the
tips of the Lad’s fingers. It would titillate him and the boy would have to
pull away, trying his best not to snigger aloud to where it would wake the pet.
 
“What are you laughing at, cute boy?” the deep voice of Ryan asked. Ray gasped
slightly at the sudden bass of sound before clearing his throat and finally
managing to talk. His breath was visible against the cold air.
 
“Gavin tickles me,” Ray hummed, adjusting his glasses so that they weren’t
crooked while he looked at the man. The older’s blue eyes seemed to radiate
against the fire, fighting against the night with their own illuminating light.
Ray found himself to compare them to a nice, clear, crystal ocean that he had
never seen before in his life. He hoped that one day he would.
 
It had been a full three weeks since Ray had stumbled onto the pet and master
having such sexual affairs. He began to talk once he finally cleared up with
Gavin of how perfectly uncomfortable he was with it, but how he just wanted to
know more about it. He imagined the loving movements between the two men and he
longed for him to be right in between. He would be the one to be bouncing with
such giddy delight on the master’s cock all while Gavin would be kissing him,
encouraging him with praises and advice on what to do or what not to do to
please his master. It was such a sickening dream, but it was his sublime. Even
the slight whistles of the master to call his pet made him swoon just like a
young, virgin woman with her first love. The nice licks of the attractive pet
to dry him off from a nice bath made Ray melt entirely from the inside out.
 
Last time, Gavin seemed to grow ever so close to his heated, sensitive area.
Ray nearly lost his mind.
 
“He adores you,” the elder spoke, attention returning to the patch of fabric as
well as the sewing of the needle. It rose up, down, and poke through with
seamless strides. Ray grew curious of how the man’s strong, big hands could
achieve such a smooth glide. “Just as much as I do. I relish your company so,
my Lad.”
 
Ray blushed, burying his face into his neckerchief and smudging his glasses
while doing so. He heard the quiet, content chuckle that rumbled deep through
the man’s chest. It seemed so warm and welcoming that Ray grinned like a mad
idiot before finally having the courage to look up from his futile attempts to
hide.
 
“Are you blushing?” the man notably teased. “Your cheeks are as red as a garden
rose.”
 
“No,” the boy lied, trying not to smile any wider or giggle at the comment. He
couldn’t believe that he had been reduced to this rosemary, reddened girl just
from a few simple words that shouldn’t have meant anything more than just
simple statements. They were something more, to Ray at least. He looked at the
man through glazed and lively eyes that were squinted due to the fact that his
smiling cheeks were making them so. The master had returned to his patchwork,
continuing to work the needle so smooth like a hot knife against churned
butter.
 
It was so simple, yet so surreal. The quiet snores of Gavin and the popping
wood of the fire were the only sounds to break the silence between them.
 
Finally, there was a heavy, satisfied sounding sigh from the man which caused
Ray to have his full attention upon him. His big, heavy hands had stopped
working at the needle and he finally snapped the threat with his teeth before
finishing up with a tight knot to hold the threadwork together. Ray could see
the back of it and although shady and messy, he could clearly see that there
were words embedded into the fabric with the blue thread. He was desperate to
see the actual outcome of the piece, but he didn’t want to be so rude as to
jump over there to gawk at it. Instead, he just waited, watching the older man
place the thread and needle back into his little pocket case before settling
the box into his actual front pocket.
 
“Come here, Ray,” he called, motioning his hand over towards himself so that
the boy could follow. With a ginger shift, the little Lad had scooted away from
Gavin, careful to not wake the pet before crawling over to the other side of
the fire. There was a small amount of excess soot that coated his knees before
he finally reached the man, and there was a slight chiding mutter from the
master when he saw just how dirty the boy had gotten his knees, but it was
quickly brushed away when he leaned back. “Here, sit on my lap. Are you
frightened?”
 
“Not at all, sir,” Ray tried to speak despite the nervous thumping of his
heart. He could feel the roaring pulse of hot blood throbbing against his ear
drums, but he tried to ignore it while he began to kneel down, eventually
sitting in the master’s lap at such a skewed angle. He tried not to feel so out
of place while he finally allowed himself to let loose his weight on his legs
and just rely on the strong, muscular thighs that he was sitting on. There were
arms that wrapped around his body; not in a hug, but just to secure him in this
position all while the master rested his head against the boy’s.
 
“Look here, I made you a present,” Ryan said against his weak and shaken
breath. As much as Ray didn’t want to believe it, it was obvious that the
master was also having a nervous pit that rested itself in his stomach. He had
revealed the patchwork to Ray, handing it to the boy while his now free hands
had wrapped around the boy’s waist, legs relocating so that Ray could sink
downward into his lap more comfortably. The boy gasped with his delicate,
trembling fingers now taking the cloth and holding it in front of his face as
if it were actual money instead of just a re-worked piece of rag.
 
In exquisite calligraphy, there were blue ribboned words that were threaded
into the gift, just like Ray had previously thought. They seemed to be metalic
of some sort, shimmering against the light of the dancing flames from the fire.
Perhaps that was just the boy’s imagination, but in either way, the work took
his breath away especially when he read the read the words: My Little Ray. Next
to the words was a perfect, empty shape of a heart.
 
“I-it’s beautiful,” the boy stumbled, feeling his chest grow hollow and light
as if all of his breath had been taken from a thief. He realized quickly that
Mr. Ryan Haywood was that very thief who took all of the air that surrounded
him. He felt the wet glow of tears threatening to drip from his eyes so
embarrassingly that he hid his head face in his neckerchief again, sushing
himself from any noise that he could have made.
 
“Do you like it? I began to start a quilt a couple years back when Gavin was
cold one night. I never finished it.” His arms seemed to tighten, hair
trickling against the boy’s face when he nuzzled towards the boy’s face.
“Perhaps we can finish it together one day and add this to it.”
 
“I love it,” Ray tried not to show the damp tone in his voice that came from
the drops of his delight. He didn’t want to cry, but he couldn’t help himself
and quickly dried the tears against his neckerchief. “I-I don’t know what to
say, sir.”
 
“Call me Ryan,” the man corrected, daring to take the action of actually
brushing his lips against the boy’s scalp. “It’s no place for you anymore to
address me as ‘sir’, my dear.”
 
“T-thank you,” the layer of sobs in the Lad’s voice was utterly apparent and it
caused the master to hug the little boy close, shushing him as gently as a
mollifying song that a mother would sing to their crying infant. Ray had turned
his body towards the man, curling his arms as best as he could around the
broad, firm shoulders of the older man.
 
“You don’t need to thank me, sweet boy,” Ryan answered. He rocked his body
slowly back and forth to comfort just like the swaying waves of the ocean.
“Just know that I deeply care for you. You’re my sugary boy.”
 
“And Gavin?” Ray asked curiously, sniffing deep through his nose to clear up
any moisture that clogged it. “What about him?”
 
“He’s my wonderful pet,” the master replied with a bright smile, a finger
tilting the Lad’s chin up so that their eyes could meet once again. Ray had to
admit that the brilliant luster of the shining cyan orbs had never faded at
all. They seemed to shake and dance with their own light, still shining like
the stars above. “But you,” he sang. “You are my boy. Dare I say my mistress?”
His voice drug slowly like a sad, lonely horse dragging its hooves through the
sand. It wasn’t dull with sadness, though, just curious and even frightened
with doubt. He pressed his lips tight together in a thin line trying to had any
negative or unfavorable expressions that he would make in result to Ray’s
answer. The boy didn’t know that at the time, but it was clear that his answer
would have either saved or ended the man’s life.
 
“Yes,” came the voice that Ray didn’t even knew he had. It sounded confident
and even bold that the boy had his lips trembling with such a pleasant
surprise. “Yes,” he repeated, louder than before. “Yes, I will!”
 
“My God,” Ryan had pulled Ray in for a strong hug, fingers intertwining
together in a hold that he was critical of ever letting go of. A burst of heat
flowed through his veins, euphoria reaching him in a way that he only felt
whenever Gavin had agreed to be his pet. It was only a kind of glee that could
be reached rarely within one’s life. “You will?”
 
Ray was crying, all forces holding back tears letting loose and revealing all
emotions. There was no ounce of sadness with the hot water that fell from his
cheeks. It was all new like a birth of a beginning; a brand-new life.
 
They pulled apart only to stare at each other’s eyes again. Ray was clinging
his fingers onto the patchworks as if it were the key of something
extraordinary. His slipping, slack lips had fell into a pout that only showed
so dreadfully excited he really was before being pulled into a lined smile;
tears made his amber eyes shake.
 
“My handsome boy,” the master praised, wiping the wet cheeks of Ray’s face
before giving him a smile. “May I kiss you? Please, could I have your
permission to kiss you?”
 
“Y-yes,” Ray answered.
 
Ryan leaned in, eyes closing followed by the boy’s until their lips had
touched, slotting in together so perfectly. There was an instant, small touch
of stubble to run against Ray’s face, but it only added to the shattering
anticipation. The boy felt like all the world had stopped, just for them and
with the dying of the flames leaving them in the winning dark, the world truly
had taken a moment to cease just for them.
 
Hands placed themselves so perfectly in the most instinctual way; the way Ryan
tilted his head to lock his lips fully against the soft skin of Ray’s made the
boy’s heart finally take its toll to melt. His legs had wrapped around the
man’s waist, just like he saw the pet do before. There was nothing so sexual
about this, that was the only difference. It was just pure, disquisitive, and
innocent love.
 
There was a chirp from the pet as he had woken up soon coupled by an
awakening squeal.
 
“Master!” he shouted blissfully. “Master, may I kiss him next?”

                                     ~~~~

The roasting smell of the hot coffee pot in the fire was enough to wake Ray up
from his sleep. He was instantly greeted by calming, unintelligible greet from
the pet as well as warm lips cupping over his. It was the most delightful way
to wake up and the boy couldn’t get enough of it. Whenever he would finally
drag the sleepy British pet out of bed, straggle slowly to the little kitchen
and sit at the table, Ryan would always be there with hot meat and blended
cheese along with cooked eggs and fluffy bread. In all honesty, Ray has
certainly grown in the past few months during this whole act of courtship. Not
so much as gotten taller as he had gotten just a littlemore chubby with all of
the food that he’d been eating. Before, the outlines of his ribs would show,
especially those strong arches that would poke through and his body would slim
down to reveal his flattened stomach. Now, there was no outline of bone, nor
did his body “slim” down in anyway. There was just a little bit of fat that
would round itself out against Ray’s stomach (something that Gavin loved to rub
and touch every day when he and Ray would settle in for bed). In no way was the
boy overweight, but he was finally getting the nutrition that he needed, even
if it was just a little much.
 
No one would ever dare to tell Ray that his ass was also getting plump. Gavin
blushed whenever his hands brushed over it and he ran to his master, eager to
tell him. Ryan already knew, especially with his staring eyes at his future
wife; he always knew. The curvature of Ray’s fattened cheeks and widened hips
would make his tight pants stretch and strain, loosening up the linen material
so much so that they sagged, completely spent. It was all Gavin could do to not
touch the boy all over like formal pet should. So much did he want to pull down
those used and faded pants, spread opened those newly stuffed cheeks, and dive
his tongue right into that tasty, tight hole that he knew would be so hot and
lush just for him and his master. He dreamt about it all the time and as of
late, kept his master up during the nights so that he could find relief. He
would be scared to go back into the room with Ray in fear that his perverted
hands would trick him and fall right onto the plush thighs of the teen.

Ray knew that Ryan and Gavin were giving him so much attention, even if he was
ignorant to the fact that it was because of his plumping, curved body. The boy
adored it; all of the massages and rubs that both the pet and master gave him
would spoil him so, lulling him to sleep so easily. One time, Ray actually fell
asleep while leaning up against the master, all while the older man just simply
rubbed his hand against the teen’s back. It was the most adorable thing that he
had ever seen in his entire life.
 
Soon, Ray’s clothes began to grow just a little too tight for comfort and he
would complain, begging that he would wear Ryan’s shirts instead. Soon, though,
laundry became an ordeal as they would have to wash frequently with all of the
master’s clothes that Ray would borrow. He apologized for it as he would run
his knuckles harshly against the washboard to get rid of all of the dirt.
 
“Ray,” Ryan finally spoke one day as he and Gavin were busy washing the
clothes. “I think it’s time we got you some new regalia, no?”
 
Ray gasped, absolutely delighted to find out that they were going into
town just so that he could pick out some new fabrics for him to wear. He
eagerly wrapped a makeshift robe around his body (made out of very thin sheets
and patches), twirling around until Gavin forced him to keep still as they
climbed onto the coach. He even brought that quilt that he and the pet stayed
up all night one eve to finish. He couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

                                       ~

The trip into town took much longer this time. Ray kept on distracting Ryan’s
riding by teasingly lifting up those sheets and ever so threateningly try to
expose himself. The master would never admit to the boy of howinsane he would
be driven if he saw his future, newly grown wife showing himself for all the
world to see. The teen was certainly becoming more crafty and his once shy
attitude had completely transformed into something beautifully deviant. It
would be a matter of time before Gavin would tackle him down, lift up those
dreadful sheets, and break the sacred promises of courting. Ryan wouldn’t be
mad, either. He would gladly join.
 
When they finally reached the town, Ray jumped out while laughing and jumping
around, verbally shouting of how eager and impatient he was to get his new
clothes. It had been months since he saw new apparel, and now he would be able
to pick out whatever he wanted. The master even said that he could have
anything that he wished, no matter what the cost.
 
“I want a dress, I want a dress!” Ray danced around, fluttering out the sheets
and quilt when he spun around in a little dance. Ryan was quick to place his
hands on the boy’s shoulders so that he would remain still as he tied up the
carriage and edgar to the nearest hitch. The teen continued to spring himself
up and down on his heels and the balls of his feet, impatiently waiting for the
man to come follow once he was done with Edgar. The master adored the boy’s
keening attitude, wrapped his arms around the Lad and smooching a big,
overexaggerated kiss on his cheek. The pet also placed his leash in Ray’s hand
before beginning to walk.
 
“If my dear wants a dress, then he shall get one. I believe there are some of
the finest dresses here. We could get you an enticing rose-colored one,” the
master explained.
 
“Or even a delightful pink!” Gavin grinned, taking a hold of Ray’s hand before
continuing to walk into the town. Ray was just making noises of restless
agreement, almost running out of Ryan’s grasp and into the community.
Thankfully, Ryan was ready with his hands tight on the boy’s back and
shoulders.
 
“Pink would be fabulous!” Ray nodded, holding close to the two after finally
giving up on picking up speed to try to run into the buildings and and such. It
was quite a dusty day in the little area of Rooster Teeth with dirt picking up
along with sand and power and hanging around the air just like an orange cloud
of smoke. Both Gavin and Ray both purposely kicked up ash from the ground,
giggling at the smog that they would make in the air before the master finally
stopped them, telling them they were close.
 
“I’m sorry, Ryan,” Ray chuckled before beginning to cling onto the man just
like an animal cub with its mother; he smothered little pecks of kisses on the
master’s side and chest, making soft sounds of tenderness before letting go. He
was forgiven quickly by Ryan and they continued to go on until they reached the
doors of the building.
 
Lindsay’s Wear was the name of the store. It was owned by a cute redhead who
fought her way past Burns in order to open this store. With the total
degradation of women at this time and in this society, the girl was determined
to own this shop no matter what people said. She would get dirty looks from
such burly men, shaking their heads and murmuring something about how women
just aren’t capable of taking on a responsibility as to owning a business.
Lindsay, with a smile, proudly told them to kiss her rear.
 
There were two men next door, hanging around the nurses’ home and talking
before they saw the three coming, preparing to walk into Lindsay’s Wear. Ryan
could already taste their judgement that they had and tried his best to just
scoot Ray on into the store before one of them spat.
 
“What’chu doin’ with that there youngster, cowboy?” the sneered. “Is he your’s
or the pet’s?”
 
Ryan clenched his fists, rolling his eyes and quickly pushed Gavin and Ray
inside before they could hear anymore. “Go talk to the lady at the desk,” he
instructed under a whisper, careful hands shoving at their backs. Ray had a
look of concernment on his face along with Gavin’s expression of uncertainty,
but they obeyed the master and went inside. Ryan turned to the men, a scowl on
his face with his readiness for anything.
 
“He’s my fiance, you pests. We’re getting married within the year.”
 
“Oh!” the man laughed, nudging an elbow at his partner. “So you like
‘em extra small, don’t you?”
 
The words, they stung at Ryan’s heart and he tried his best to control his
anger, just waving the men off and preparing to step into the building before
they stopped him again.
 
“Say, just how tiny is he? You measured your snake against his little mouth
yet?” the other one taunted, earning a hoot from the first man. “Maybe you
should let that dog of your’s open him up. Prepare that tiny ass for the
taking.”
 
Don’t talk about my wife like that, it was all Ryan could do to not run over
there and shoot these men, point-blank. His teeth were pressed with enough
force to bend a bullet. He tried to prepare something to answer them with, but
he decided it wasn’t even worth it. They were probably drunk and headed off to
do some trouble anyhow.
 
“Try not to split 'im if half!” they laughed when he pushed through the double
doors.

                                       ~

Ryan didn’t want to talk about what the men said whenever Ray asked. Instead,
he would just lean in for a small kiss and pat the boy on his shoulders. Ray
was hanging on to his new dresses so tightly in a squeezing hug, as if his life
depended on it. He maintained that smile even if he felt uneasy. Those men back
at the town seemed awful; they were dirty and had mucky hair. It reminded the
boy back those months ago when he fell into that sadness whenever he lost his
job back at Mr. Pattillo’s place. Now, he’s not so worried, but he still feel
that unraveling when he saw the look on the master’s face whenever he stepped
into Lindsay’s Wear. He couldn’t forget it - wouldn’t forget it. It was the
saddest, most disappointed look that he ever seen the man make and it upsetted
him. He even felt bad for wanting dresses.
 
Still, he clung to the clothing to his heart, head leaning against Gavin’s arm
as they headed on home. The pet was purring, dipping his head down just to gain
a kiss from time to time.
 
The look on the oldest man’s face never changed. It still looked as
disheartened as ever and the boy finally made a frustrated noise, knocking his
knees against Ryan’s to get his attention.
 
“I want to know what they said,” he demanded.
 
“No, you don’t,” Haywood replied, whipping Edgar’s reigns to release some of
the tension that strained his arms. The boy grumbled, laying the dresses in his
lap and running his fingers over them to straighten them out against his
thighs.
 
They were radiant and he loved them so. They got at least three and ended up
getting around five of them. One was a beautiful sundress with colors as yellow
and as vibrant as those Wild Feverfews. One of the others was a full, deep
purple that mimicked the same hues as the tulips that grew in the field next to
the house; one was a gown meant for staying at home and lounging around; it was
Ryan’s favorite (but at the time, he still had that daunt face that made Ray
sour). The next frock was a frilly daisy one that had puffy shoulder-sleeves
and lacy ties that swirled around the waist. The last one (Ray’s favorite) was
that lush, rooted gown that felt as silk as velvet, which is what the body was
made from. The inside had these fluffy ruffles - at least two layers - that
would swirl and flow with the wind or whenever the boy would just want to twirl
around in elation. That was the only time that Ryan smiled during the whole
ordeal when Ray grabbed it, already spinning with bliss.
 
Gavin complimented every single skirt and smock, commenting on how gorgeous the
Lad would look in each one. He also made up some events that he could think of:
the perfect occasions for each dress.
 
Ryan also did his compliments, circling his strong arms around the boy’s
middle, fingers massaging little divots in Ray’s hips and legs. They shared
broken kisses that would always be interrupted with Lindsay’s “aww”s and
supportive squeaks. Both Gavin and Ray would titter bashfully; all Ryan could
think of were those awful guys that insulted their relationship.
 
“What they said nearly made me put a bullet in their asses. Now, I don’t want
to hear another word about it,” the man sighed, bringing the coach up to the
house. Ray groaned but nodded, jumping off along with the pet when they rolled
so a stop.
 
“Everything will be okay, right Ryan?”
 
“Of course, my love,” the man answered, climbing down and preparing to hitch up
Edgar. “Would you like to help feed our horse?”
 
“After I put up my new clothes,” the boy said through tight, smiling lips. “Can
we lay in bed soon? I’m getting quite tired.”
 
“Of course,” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Gavin can join us, too.”
 
“You’re tremendous, master,” the Brit happily cooed. “Allowing me to get in
between a man and his wife.” He began to hand Ray his leash again, cautious to
the fact that Ray was still very ecstatic about his new dresses. The boy took
it with a solid hand, beginning to try and skip towards the door before the pet
resisted, still talking to the master.
 
“My cherished one,” the man said, quickly kissing the younger man’s jaw. “Of
course. That’s fiance, too. Not wife yet.”
 
“Yet,” Gavin rolled his eyes, poking at Ray’s tender sides to cause the Lad to
shrill with laughter. The two began to go inside, Gavin leading Ray by his arm
and taking two of his dresses to help prevent them from getting dirty. The teen
looked back, flashing a small, bothered smile before stepping inside. It made
the master ache with physical pain to see his fiance so concerned. Damn those
men. They can think what they want.
 
“He isn’t just a pillow to hug my cock,” Haywood audibly said aloud, untying
Edgar from the carriage. “He’s much more. He’s my darling.”
***** A Little Too Far (Ray/Ryan/Gavin II, Ray/Ryan I, Michael/Gavin IV) *****
Chapter Summary
     This is the weekend that Ryan promised to Gavin that he would spend
     time with his sweet ginger pet~ There's a little hussle and bussle at
     the bar before they leave, but all in all it's okay. Soon, Ray get's
     a couple of slips of liquor that just takes a little too far than
     normal and boy, when Gavin comes back he's more than eager
Chapter Notes
     Do apologize for how long this took! This is a pretty long update and
     so I feel like that's my excuse along with school and work holding me
     back -struggles against the hold-
     Either way, here's more lovely Rayvinwood along with teasy Raywood/
     Rayvin, and even some Mavin in there! I hope you enjoy.
     Got_a_suggestion_or_prompt_request_for_this_fic?_Click_here~
      
     Still taking requests for my fairy tale AU <3 Right now, working on
     bigdick!Gavin in my Creature AU~ so remember just click_here if you
     want your share in the pie!
     Lots of sexy teases in here~
                                      ~~~
 
 
Gavin was barely able to contain himself when they all went to Geoff’s Shack.
The moment they were through the doors, Gavin was running to Michael. The poor
ginger pet didn’t even know what hit him until he was on the floor found warm,
stubble lips slotting against his with long fingers already tugging at his
panties.
 
“That hurt, fucking idiot,” Michael muttered with a drunken smile. “I was in
the middle of making a drink and you tackle me and strip me of my cover as if I
were your whore.”
 
“Language, Micoo, my mistress is here,” Gavin squawked happily before he laid
another kiss on Michael’s lips.  It wouldn’t have made much of a difference.
There were not a whole lot of people in the bar tonight and the only thing that
could have really broken the commotion of chatter and music would be a gunshot
- not even. It was the typical night of bandits coming in.
 
They were recognizable, well at least to Ryan. He grabbed a strong hold of
Ray’s shoulders, pulling him close when he entered the bar. “Go to Michael and
Gavin,” he ordered, eyes never leaving Ray when he skipped over to the pets,
completely unknowing of any concern. Ryan gave Geoff a hateful glare while the
man was talking to an old mate of his from his past of being enemy of the
state.
 
“Geoff!” Ryan barked, gritting his teeth.
 
Geoff looked at him, gave a sour frown, and stepped closer to him. “Ryan,” he
spat.
 
Ryan nearly grabbed the elder by the collar when they were in arm’s reach, but
he held himself back. His eyes darted back to his mistress and pet that were
with Michael. They finally got to sit in the wooden stools, Michael’s leash
begin tugged tight from being tied to the bar. He continued to scan his eyes
over the little posse that he used to hang around. They were looking at the
boys - his boys, he knew. Ray’s curvaceous hips is that dress would steal
anyone's breath away.
 
“What have you done to that fine Lad? He used to hold a gun and now he’s
twirling around in a dress as if he’s Helen.”
 
“My fiancé does as he pleases. He wanted a dress and so I bought him five. I
look after my sweet boy better than you do your pet,” Ryan seethed, eyes
lowering. “What the hell are they doing here? Why have you let them here?” his
voice was just above a whisper.
“They’re fine! What’s wrong with them?” Geoff raised an eyebrow. “They’re just
a posse looking for a place to settle down to get some Jack. You’re the master
whose pet is practically fucking mine.”
 
“Get them out of here, now,” Ryan ordered. “Both my mistress and pet are here
and they’re vulnerable. They’re my old gang, WhiteFang. ”
 
Geoff made a bitter face and rolled his eyes. “Real original. Did you make that
name? I was just talking to the leader. He said they were headed toward La Luna
Preciosa after another round. I’m not kicking out my patrons. Just grab your
‘mistress’ and get on. Your pet will be okay in my sight. I’ll put him on a
leash.”
 
Ryan took a look back at his pet. Ray was in Gavin’s lap, legs swung over to
one side to face Michael. Michael was playing with the Lad’s hair, trying to
style it in a different way. They were innocent angels, so vulnerable to be
taken.
 
“Do not dare mention my name,” Ryan ordered, beginning to tie his bandana
around his face. “And don’t you get any ideas.”
 
“I don’t know what you mean.”
 
“With my pet,” Ryan spat. “I don’t care about Michael. Your pet can mess with
mine however he pleases but you better stay away.”
 
“Like I would ever try and touch your pet.” The elder held up his hands as if
to mimic surrender. “I was kind enough to even allow him to come over and spend
time with Michael. The last thing I want to do is try to take that away from my
pet. You won’t have to worry.”
 
There was a little sound that came from a man of the old posse. As soon as he
looked in their direction, Ryan turned away, adjusting his cowboy hat. “I’ll be
in the corner to wait until they leave,” he said.
 
Geoff shrugged his shoulder and went back to the leader. He leaned against the
bar, happily snatching a small wad of cash for the drinks. Ryan decided to sit
down at a lone table and wait until they left. The leader - Kovic - and Geoff
held a limited conversation that Ryan could barely hear. There were no distinct
negative words that really caught the younger Gent’s attention and so he mostly
paid attention to his mistress and pet. They were still sitting in each other’s
laps, exchanging very quick kisses. They seemed so carefree and loving, it just
reinforced the cowboy’s protective itch that he wanted to scratch.
 
And with a pitchy whistle - the kind that Ryan was used to and even almost
responded to, himself - the posse began to stay up. Adam Kovic chuckled,
shaking Geoff’s hand and thanking him for service.
 
He was just as big and fit as he was back when Ryan was still in the gang. His
hair was short, but his bangs were messy under his hat. His flannel shirt was
slightly opened, exposing his chiseled furred chest. The spurs of his boots
jingled slightly with each step that he took out the door along with his gun
making a soft thud against his body. His jacket was long and black, just like
Ryan’s. In fact it was the same exact one with a symbol of a serpent swirling
in a circle on the collar. “It’s been a pleasure, Ramsey. I adore the company
you keep.”  A wink. Was it at Ray? Either way, it caught Ryan’s attention and
he snarled, feeling the singe of jealous coals burning his chest.
 
You better not be talking about my boys.
 
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Geoff replied, stuffing the slight amount of bills into
his chest pocket on his chest. “Be safe on your travels. La Luna Preciosa is at
least a two hour trip from here.”
 
There was a smile from the old leader before they left and Ryan was relieved.
Ray and Gavin didn’t even noticed the potential danger that was in front of
them very seconds before. He got up, untying the bandana from around his mouth
and stuffed it in his pocket. “Boys,” he called out.
 
Ray squirmed in Gavin’s lap to look at Ryan. He had a sad smile on his face.
“Ryan, I don’t want Gavin to leave. But Michael’s so nice, I know he’ll have a
wonderful time.”
 
“You’re so nice and pretty, Ray,” Michael smiled, finally pulling back his
fingers from the Lad’s hair. He was still notably tipsy, his eyes squinting
from his big smile.  “You’ve grown so much in the past year. I’ll take good
care of Gavvy, don’t you dare worry about that. I know you’re preparing to be a
right boy and owner towards Gav, though.”
 
“I’m in good hands, my love,” Gavin reassured, hands sliding down the Lad’s
hips. He smiled when he felt the warmth of the boy’s thighs pressing against
his hands. “I’ll adorn your body with kisses when I come back. I need some time
to spend with my boi, though. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. I’ll miss
your hugs, my love. I adore my mistress’ soft kisses and hugs.”
 
Geoff joined them, rounding towards Michael and landing a hand on his shoulder.
“My strong-willed pet knows how to treat others. But, I’ll make sure they stay
within limits.”
 
“I don’t want you to touch my pet, Geoff,” Ray stated. Geoff’s expression
snapped into a surprised one from the boy’s remark. There was a smug snicker
that came from the younger Gent when he leaned in close for clumsy side hug
from his pet.
 
“You heard my fiancé.” He couldn’t have been happier of Ray’s attitude. He was
proud and knew that he was doing right from the time that they’ve spent with
each other. “He’s protective of my lovely pet, isn’t he?”
 
“He sure is,” Geoff laughed it out, drumming his fingers on the bar. “Ray has
matured to be a lovely future wife.”
 
Both Ray and Ryan reddened, the younger Gent’s hand find its way to the smaller
Lad’s shoulder and gripping tight in firm possession. He was careful, but he
smiled at Geoff’s compliment, also seeing Ray give a classy smile, tilting his
head as if he were one of those actresses on stage to flip that short raven
hair that he had.
 
“Thank you, Geoff,” he smiled. He took another look at Gavin before planting a
smooch on the tip of his nose. “You going to be a good boy, right Gavin?”
 
“For m’mistress and master,” Gavin replied with a lazy tone, gaining another
kiss of the boy’s lips before he was sliding off of his lap. Ray had his hands
clamped on the ends of his dress, careful to not let the skirt ride up to
expose his legs or thighs. He’s become so modest of himself, now - or at least
that’s what he would like to think. He would try to look after those women
being take to dates to town and have their dresses so frilly, yet elegant.
 
The boy’s been thinking about his wedding dress lately. He’s longed for the
whitest gowns with the thinnest and fluffiest frills. It was a silent dream
that he’s been craving, but wouldn’t say anything due to feeling like he would
be asking for too much.
 
“Come on, love. We’ll leave Gavin here to try and finally mate his ‘boi’,” Ryan
sneered, taking a hold of Ray’s hand. The British pet made an embarrassed
crowing noise, letting loose of Ryan and Ray and taking a hold of Michael’s
hand. The ginger purred lowly, licking up Gavin’s cheek with a flat tongue.
 
“Nah, babies are only reserved for master. We’ll be sure to pull out like those
slutty pets just looking to get some ass.”
 
Ray laughed at the statement and was pulled close towards his fiancé’s body.
Ryan has a dull smile, but when he looked into the eldest eyes, he frowned.
There was a second of awkward silence between all of them before the young
master said, “They stay upstairs.”
 
“Fine,” Geoff muttered, fingers beginning to curl around Michael’s hair and
massage at his scalp. “Michael’s been such a help down here, but I don’t think
it will hurt to keep him upstairs.”
 
There was a hum of approval from the ginger pet before he pulled away from
Geoff’s grip and solely leaned on Gavin. His eyes were beginning to lid from
the warm intoxication of alcohol and sleep was beginning to settle in. The two
pets were smiling bright against kisses when they did share them, so happy to
just be together again for now. Ray had trouble from keeping his stare away
from them. There wasn’t really a rise of envy or jealousy, but he was
interested on the taste happening between those lips. It caused his heart to
jump just slightly when he felt Ryan’s fingers tightening around his, breaking
his reality away from his Gavin.
 
There was an exchange of goodbyes from Michael, Geoff, and Ray. Geoff and Ryan
even grunted out a goodbye to each other before Ryan bickered, once again,
about how none of those bandit patrons are to mess with the pets and how Geoff
needs to keep his “grubby hands” off of Gavin’s flawless body. Michael
snickered, purposely running his fingers through the wisp of Gavin’s hair and
taking him in a wide, opened kiss again and making Ray feel the slight heat of
want to burn him.
 
“We’ll be back before night on Sunday. That should be long enough for Gavin to
have enough play, don’t you think?”
 
Ray nodded, pouting his bottom lip when he felt the master pulling at his hand
for them to leave. He kept his eyes on the two pets, Geoff soon coming in
between to help Michael off of the stool. Gavin took a final look at Ray and
smiled wide with cautious eyes. Ray tried to return the smile, but he had to
inwardly admit to himself that he would surely miss his beloved pet, even if he
were only a few miles away for a couple of days.
 
“I hope, at least. Maybe he’ll be a wanting pup when we come back,” the boy
answered, beginning to walk out with the master.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Michael yanked on Gavin’s collar enough to make him yip in defeat. He fell lax
against Michael’s kisses, allowing the ginger pet to control the movements
between them. He always did whenever Michael would get too excited like this,
already stripping himself of any garment except for those damned thigh highs
that threaten to rip each time he tried to pull them off without help.
 
They were both already hard and wanting; it didn’t even take a second that
Geoff allowed them to be upstairs together before they were all over each other
in a mesh of movements and kisses with hard cocks already trying to rub up
against each other.
“I-I’ve missed you, Micoo,” Gavin whispered once he had the chance when Michael
pulled away from him. “You don’t know how much I missed my boi.”
 
“I missed my boi even more so,” Michael purred, hands carefully beginning to
circle around Gavin’s cock. The British pet whined, thrusting up immediately
into the tight ring of Michael’s talented hands, but the older pulled away with
a teasing laugh. Michael began to lower himself from the bed until he was on
the floor at the foot of the mattress. Gavin sat up, scooting closer to the end
of the bed until he felt warm hands surrounding his cock again. The Brit gasped
when he felt the digits tighten.
 
“You like it when I have my hands around that knob, huh?” he was smiling bright
with lidded eyes and dipping his chin down to dab his lips at the bead of
precum that was seeping out. He relished in Gavin’s whimpers of approval,
taking his tongue and licking only at the red, wet tip. Gavin blindly bucked
his hips up, hoping that he would be able to get more wetness around his cock
or even a tight throat, but Michael was cheeky. He’s the type that would only
swallow down half of Gavin’s length, teasing at the Brit’s sac until he would
act like a good pet and beg.
 
“I-I’d like it better when a fuckin’ pet has their lips properly around a
master’s knob,” Gavin corrected. He felt bold, giving a proud smile coming on
when he saw the ginger’s cheeks light up from the words. “Little tramp.”
 
“You’re going to play this game, huh?” Michael sneered, hands reaching up until
they were around the leather strap. He pulled until Gavin made a crow of
aching. “Alright, bitch. What’s say I don’t fuck you in the ass, ‘master’?”
 
“I’d love that, Micoo, my dear pet,” Gavin talked in a low tone, taking a hand
and also wrapping it around the strap around Michael’s neck. The ginger yipped
when he was snatched forward until he face was planted in between the Brit’s
spread thighs. “You think you’ll phase me with that thin, sweet cock of yours?
You’d lose yourself in me faster than a blink of an eye.”
 
“Fuck you,” Michael cursed before he kissed at Gavin’s cock; he began licking
up from the base all the way to the tip. After a few licks, his hand circled
around the wet shaft of before he trailed his tongue to the Brit’s balls,
swirling around until he felt Gavin shivering under his fingertips.
 
“D-don’t do that. I’ll end early, boi. You know I’m sensitive there,” Gavin
begged, beginning to rub at his own nips, relieving some of the burn that came
from them from their sensitivity as well. He realized his Michael wasn’t going
to listen to him when he felt Michael shove his thighs apart with strong hands
in order to get closer, mouthing all over the skin with wet, silky lips. It
made the younger pet croon longingly, nudging his cock into thin, cool air that
looked parched to delve into something wet. “M-Micoo,” Gavin whimpered in a
hush. He tried to pull away from Michael’s mouth, but the older pet was
insistent, finally curling his tongue around Gavin’s length, satisfied that the
Brit had been teased enough.
 
Gavin gritted his teeth to hold back a squawk. He was trying to be cautious to
not make any loud noises that would disturb Geoff from his sleep. He bit his
tongue, breathing heavily to maintain himself when he started rocking up into
Michael’s lips that seemed to be perfectly tight around his cock.
 
“I feel like one of those s-slutty pets,” Gavin admitted with a broken voice,
“trying to mark your mouth with my seed. I want you to be able to taste me even
when you’re on your knees for that master of yours.”
 
He heard Michael give a high, muffled cry as well as felt the vibrations jolt
through his cock. He gave an involuntary push to bury himself in Michael’s
throat until the ginger had swallowed him down like a talented whore. Gavin
couldn’t hold back a deep moan, eyes fluttering close. He was so close that he
couldn’t help but try to thrust in and finish himself off in the ginger’s
mouth. It’ been so long since he’s been downed like this. As of late, master
has been such a tease when it comes to blow jobs. He’d only lick at Gavin’ cock
until the over sensitivity would make him spill over. Now, he was able to
sheathe himself in Michael’s soaked throat and he loved it.
 
“M-Micoo…” Gavin warned, rocking deeper. He felt the burn in his stomach along
with the tingling sensations that were growing stronger. “Oh, bollocks, Micoo,
I’m close to --” he gasped, when the ginger pressed his lips around tighter,
bobbing his head into a rhythm that matched Gavin’s. “Y-yes!” the pet squeaked.
 
Then, like a shatter, came the sound of an opening door. Michael pulled off
with a big pop and hissed, trying push him and Gavin to lay back down on the
bed. It was too late though. Gavin was repeatedly whimpering little “no, no,
no’s” when he was now humping against Michael’s thigh, rushing over the peak of
an orgasm. Michael whined, trying to cover Gavin who started to spurt cum all
over his leg. There was a deep dither between them, Gavin beginning to
apologetically snivel for having messed up the bed and Michael’s thin thigh
highs that were now stained, but also for the fact that he didn’t finish off in
his boi’s mouth like he wanted to.
 
Michael gave a pitiful growl of anger when he looked back at the door to see
Geoff standing there with wide, curious, blue eyes. The pet tried to show
teeth, but it was unintimidating. The best he could do was mutter in annoyance.
 
“You should’ve knocked, asshole! Now, look what you did!” Michael was trying to
get the covers over them, but it was futile. Gavin was a heavy, limp mess on
the bed that was blushing in embarrassment and distress. Michael was successful
about covering them up with half of the covers folded over their bodies and he
snuggled close to the Brit to comfort him. “What is it, master?” Michael asked
dully, remembering his place. He still felt so bad for his boi being shown like
this; most of all, he felt angry at the fact that he wasn’t able to taste his
lovely boi’s seed or drink him down. Perhaps they will get the chance later on.
 
Geoff looked at the two with a bit lip. He had a shade of pink over his face,
but it was mostly due toward inward guilt. “I heard you two,” he cleared his
throat. He wanted to be honest, especially to his pet. “I heard you two and
I...wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
 
The Gent lied and he hated himself for it. It made his tongue blaze with fire,
but what else was he supposed to say? There was absolutely no way he could tell
the truth as to why he really came up here. He couldn’t bear to tell them that
he was lying awake in bed not able to sleep because of the noises or the dirty
whispering. It was easy to hear through these thin walls.
 
Geoff thought he had been reduced to that man that met Michael for the first
time when the Lad was still a prostitute: only a pervert looking to score.
 
And with two cute pets begging for cock, I can’t refuse that… Geoff’s mind
wandered before he was snapped out of it when he heard his pet’s voice
answering him.
 
“Master, there is no way you had no idea what was going on, right?” Michael
mumbled something under his breath before saying, “yeah, we’re fine. Can you
knock next time?”
Geoff gave a dull, insecure smile. “Sure,” he answered.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
The elder master downed a fifth of moonshine, wiping a hand across his sweating
forehead. He couldn’t believe himself.
 
“I gave them my word and yet I manage to disobey everything I’ve promised
them.” He smacked the bottle on the counter before hopping off the stool. He
assumed Michael and Gavin had given up for the night and went off to bed. It
hurt Geoff’s heart if that was the case because that would have meant that he
ruined a whole night for the two pets who were supposed to have a full weekend
to each other.
 
“You can do this, Geoff,” the barkeep sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He was
tired. It was only a few more hours until the rooster crows because of the
sunrise. He didn’t want to be completely exhausted for the morning and so, even
if he just drank, decided to turn in for the night.
 
He would never tell anybody that he dreamed of both Gavin and Michael on his
lap, praising him and his thick cock.
 
 
 
                                      ~~
                                        
                                        
                                        
Ray woke up with lips against his. He giggled, opening his eyes to see a blurry
face with blond hair. “Ryan,” he greeted before he yawned and stretched his
hands over his head. “Good morning.”
 
“Morning, my candy-apple,” Ryan hummed, holding out his hand. Ray took it and
began to sit up from the bed with the older’s help. “I was thinking we could go
by the lake. I have to go up there to meet an old friend anyway and we could
eat.” The man also held up a hefty bottle of liquor, smiling when he saw Ray’s
eyes light up. “We could also have some fun with this. Not too much, though.”
 
“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Ray laughed, jumping up from the bed. He gave Ryan’
nose a smooch and looked in the closet for something to wear.
 
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
Ray was fairly drunk within the first hour of them being there. At first, Ryan
only poured tolerant half-shots for the boy until they both just started
sipping out of the bottle. Sips turned into swigs and before Ryan knew it, the
boy was laying on his lap, snoring light from just passing out. Ryan didn’t
mind. He thought it was the cutest thing in his life. He just look down at his
boy as if he were a newborn, making sure he was sleeping peacefully and not
stirring.
 
He was feeling pretty tired, himself, especially with the midday sun hitting
him and warming him to where everything was soothing and completely numb. It
was a lazy, lovely day spent napping with the boy he loves and that was all he
could ask for. It would be even better if their pet were here to accompany
them, but he was hoping Gavin was having a wonderful time at Geoff’s.
 
He felt a scant amount of movement come out of Ray on his lap and he found that
the boy was awakening, cackling like a fool from still having some alcohol
driving through his blood.
 
Ryan smiled; his boy was beautiful and just being able to spend alone time with
him was perfect in every way.
 
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
They came home late. The trip to the lake wasn’t supposed to be that long, but
after spending a couple of hours passed out drunk in each other’s arms along
with the “friend” of Ryan’s taking forever to show, the whole day was spent on
barely getting anything accomplished with the exception of Ryan having
succeeded in shooting down a couple of ducks to last them for the remainder of
the weekend.
 
Ryan kissed Ray with exhausted, loose lips that prayed for rest. He gave Ray
one last shot for the night (only because the boy asked politely and gave him a
big kiss in return) and headed off to bed.
 
And Ray hasn’t been able to sit still once.
 
He was roaming through the house, trying to look for some of his dirty dresses
to try and wash just because he wanted them clean by tomorrow. He began to get
the washboard and bucket out from the spare room in the back of the house when
he passed right by his fiancé’s opened door.
 
Ryan’s room smelled like burning coffee and Ray loved it. He felt warmth coming
from the older’s room and it encouraged him to enter, stumbling with nearly
each step he took. He tried to make sure that he was being as quiet as he
possibly could, especially when he drew closer to his fiancé’s actual bed. What
he saw shocked him almost entirely and he gasped before covering his mouth with
his palm.
 
Ryan was completely naked with only a sliver of covers actually successfully
covering his package. It was dark and it took a bit for his eyes to fully
adjust to the lack of light, but he knew for sure that Ryan was sleeping
without any clothes on. He blushed, starting to take into account of how
actually fit his master was by looking over his body.
 
They were dense, those lovely biceps. He never knew his fiancé slept in the
absolute nude.It was such a spicy thing to think about and actually try to see
with his glossy eyes. It was dark and so details were vague and so he used his
fingers to run across the smooth, hot skin. It warmth felt nice against his
fingertips – he actually tempted himself to snuggle deep into the man’s chest
and pass out from the settling intoxication, but he decided to continue his
touches.
 
Ryan has some fur of hair on his chest, according to what Ray felt, but not a
whole lot. Surely not as much as their British pet had, but Ray still loved it.
His fiancé was obviously way more muscular with how the thick mounds of raw
muscle felt in his little hands. He would purposely rub the flats of his palms
against the pecs of the fit master. As his eyes wandered, they darted at a
gleaming light; it was a glass bottle reflecting some light that came from
outside the room and Ray’s expression brightened with realization.
 
It was the liquor bottle.
 
He grabbed it, making sure to keep quiet and not to drop it. He was quick to
pop open the cork and chug down a couple of agonizingswigs that burned his
throat all the way down until it settled. He coughed slightly, beginning to
direct his attention back to his sleeping fiancé, a grin still plastered on his
face.
 
“You keep this body away from me, huh?” the boy purred under his breath. He was
surprised at how deeply Ryan was asleep. He’s massaged almost every area of the
man’s upper body, nearly daring himself to drag his hands down to his future
husband’s groin and legs. He didn’t do it, though. He allowed his melting
touches to get to him; Ryan’s heat was making him drowsy and hot. He honestly
believed he would feel so much better if he got a chance to rid himself of his
gown.
 
All he wanted to do was continue to feel. Ryan’s skin was soft and smooth with
protective arms to circle around his thin frame. He wanted to lay down – just
as long as he was with his lovely Ryan. The moonshine was beginning to flood
his head and everything began to become very fuzzy. His fingers traced down the
lines of Ryan’s figure all right until he circles them around the nip of the
older man. That was when there was finally a reaction; Ryan’s breathing hitched
and became more controlled as he began to awake from his sleep.
 
He gave a sleepy hum that Ray smiled at. He sounded so rested and lazy, perfect
for Ray to snuggle against.
 
“G-Gavin?” Ryan yawned, beginning to rub the butt of his palm against his left
eye. “W-wait, no. Gavin’s at Geoff’s,” he muttered to himself.
 
“Candy-apple,” Ray mewed in a haze. He even started to giggle, beginning to
feel the slowed responses of his body. He shifted on the bed, feeling Ryan’s
leg twitch under him.
 
“Ray!” Ryan exclaimed, trying to throw the covers over him. He was relieved to
find himself (especially his lower half) already covered so that his little boy
couldn’t see. “Ray, you can’t be in here, my delight. It isn’t good for us –“
 
“Ryan,” Ray slurred happily, beginning to lean forward. Before the older could
even stop him, Ray was already sprawled over Ryan’s body in a lazy pile,
purring soft when he didn’t feel his fiancé resist. “My love, you’re so warm.”
 
“And I can tell you’re drunk.”
 
Ray busted out into laughter when Ryan stated that, digging his face into the
dip of the older’s neck until he felt strain against his nose. Everything about
Ryan was so enticing whether it be the way he felt, how warm he was, and how
wonderful he smelled. “Maybe,” he sang, fingers trying to peel off the covers.
The master held the covers over him firm to restrain from Ray’s movements and
there was a whine of disapproval. “Let me in. I want to kiss at my husband.”
 
“Wife,” Ryan nearly coughed. It seemed so foreign to even speak that – it still
seemed like a dream to call this wonderful boy his fiancé let alone his wife
that actually wants to lie with him already. “You’re loose and drunk. P-please,
go on to bed and I promise to warm you a bath to relieve you of your headache
that you’ll get in the morning.”
 
“You’re a tormentor,” Ray snickered. “You never told me how handsome your body
is. You’re damn lovely, master.” He smiled when Ryan gaped breathlessly at the
words, tiny hands trying to work themselves under the covers to grab at those
pecs again.
 
“Y-you’re the one to talk, my rose,” Ryan sputtered out, not being able to hold
back his words anymore. “Y-you’ve rounded out so beautifully. Thighs so full,
ass cheeks so fat. You leave Gavin a horny, wanting dog.”
 
Ray mewled, leaning up for a close-eyed kiss with numb lips. Both of them
pressed together messily, Ryan’s nervous and trembling hands beginning to pull
down the covers to reveal his naked torso again. He let his mistress handle
him; he felt Ray’s chilly fingers rubbing over his skin again. The boy began to
settle himself perfectly across Ryan’s body, legs spreading so that they could
be on either side of Ryan. There was just a slight twitch of Ryan’s heavy cock
that prodded at his undercarriage and the Hispanic boy nearly squealed in
excitement against the master’s lips. When they pulled apart, Ray’s hands were
ready to unveil the rest of his future husband’s body. They were wanting to be
around that cock – who knows how thick it would be in his hands? Ryan was
quick, however, grabbing his hands and pinning them together before he brought
him up for a kiss.
 
“And what are you planning on doing with these little fingers?” the master
playfully tittered. “You’ve seen more of me that you’ve been allowed. I believe
it’s time for my mistress to head on to bed.”
 
There was a drunken whine that came out of Ray’s throat. It was high-pitched
and sounded disappointed. He brought his fingers back towards his body and
looked deep into Ryan’s eyes with wide orbs. The master stretched his mouth
into an unsure smirk when he looked at his love, eyes now trailing to the
moving hands that were beginning to pinch around the buttons of Ray’s gown.
 
Don’t get any ideas, he sighed deeply through his nose, realizing the true
intention of the boy after he popped a single button opened. “Ray, stop.”
 
“If I’ve seen more than I’m allowed,” Ray spoke with a slow voice, as if trying
to steady his speech from slurring. He continued to pop open another button,
fingers beginning to work faster with each step. “I should show you some,
then.”
 
“That isn’t what I meant, my dear,” Ryan bit his lip, eyes falling so
perversely on those hands that were eager to show off what is held underneath.
“Please, Ray, don’t do this to your fiancé. Are you trying to tempt him?”
 
“Maybe,” Ray sung with that voice again. He was successful at unbuttoning the
entire front of his gown and began to peel back the flaps, revealing slivers of
pale, brown skin before Ryan was quick to close him back up in a flash.
 
“For God’s sake, stop acting like a –!” Ryan didn’t finish, holding is tongue
as he didn’t want to say something that would’ve surely unsettled the boy. He
was trying to close back the buttons, but Ray cried out in protest.
 
“I want my husband to see me,” he implored. “Just gaze upon me at least. Aren’t
I attractive? Aren’t I worth your time for sight?”
 
God, yes, Ryan bit his lip. His hands were still clench to the flaps that were
so loose and free to try and show off his wife. “My dear,” he began, “All I
want is to gaze upon you and tell you how beautiful you are. My pretty pet and
I both talk about how gorgeous you are.”
 
Ray giggled, legs beginning to press against Ryan’s sides. He felt a little
excitement down his body like nothing he’s ever felt before. He passed it off
as him being drunk, but he felt both his cock and legs beginning to stir. There
was a new feeling about this that made his heart flutter. nerveless had been
the first that Ray actually got to spend some time with Ryan, let alone be in
the same bed with him and sitting on his naked body as if it were meant for it.
“I-I,” he laughed, trying to work himself out of the gown using Ryan’s hands
which were still tight of him. “I think I’m...wet.”
 
Ryan spat a quiet curse that he thought Ray wouldn’t hear. The boy laughed,
finally using the time he gained from catching Ryan off guard and finally
peeled the front of his gown off past his shoulders. It landed in a heap on his
waist and he freely moved his arms, stretching them over his head. It was to
show off and damn Ryan found himself staring at his boy with lax lips and alert
eyes.
 
“Lovely bunny,” the master cooed softly, beginning to sit up so that he could
get closer to his fiancé. “God, no wonder you’re all wet from the sudden
confidence of showing yourself to me. You surely are drunk.”
 
“I want my husband to see,” Ray insisted, head looking down at his own chest,
smiling wide when he saw perky, dark nipples already swollen and hard. “I’ve
been dreaming about this.” He rubbed down his body in a similar fashion of how
he was rubbing down Ryan’s body earlier. His skin was so surprisingly smooth;
he never took the time to actually give his body a nice feel. “When I saw you
and Gavin together, I had to run away. I touched myself to the thought of it,”
he proudly confessed.
 
Ryan was in shock, eyes rolling back slightly when he landed his head hard on
the pillow. All of the new information was hard to process. This little boy
he’s been longing to make love to and marry was now touching his body and
telling him all of how he got off to seeing him and his pet having sex. He
remained quiet with the exception of a couple of huffs of breath before he
tried to sit up again. There was a warm puddle of slick against the thin covers
from where Ray sat on his body. The boy had no clue that it was there or if he
did, he didn’t mind it as he licked two opposite fingers on each hand and
brought the wet digits down to circle at his nipples, cooing soft in pleasure.
 
That’s when Ryan lost it. “You want little babes licking and sucking your sweet
nips, don’t you? One day, truly, I’ll make you fat with my pups. They’ll be
happy to drink from you. There wouldn’t be a second that your gown would be on
from how much they’ll drink from you.” His hands almost grabbed at what they
wanted: soft plush pillows of silk that were swelled with such arousal.
“Already trying to develop…” His nails bit hard in his palms when he clenched
his fists to hold himself back.  The young Lad knowingly mewled, trying to
massage at his skin deeper to capture Ryan’s attention. It was caught, that was
for sure.
 
“Why don’t you prepare me for those little babe mouths? They might even bite.
Don’t you want me to be a good mother?” He pinched at the buds, gasping in
surprise to find how sensitive they were; it could’ve been from the alcohol. He
squeezed his fingers again in curiosity, trying to mimic tiny teeth that were
to bite while feeding.
 
“Please,” Ryan whispered. It was almost as if he were begging for this to end,
but there was a shocking reaction that he gave when his hands grabbed onto the
boy’s waist, trying to reach upward to cup the swollen mounds on Ray’s chest,
but resisting. They were beautiful, almost a full as a teen girl’s but just as
soft. They lightly bounced with each of Ray’s excited movements on top of the
master, but also because Ray continued to tease them with his own hands. They
could have leaked from how roused the Hispanic boy was playing with his own
tits. The master was convinced this had to be a dream and that it wouldn’t be
anything else. There was absolutely no way this little boy was drunk and trying
to show himself off in bed to him in the middle of the night.
 
But, he was. And it was obvious that it was real when Ray reached down under
him with one hand and tried to massage Ryan’s hardened bulge through the
covers. Ryan gasped, instinctually bucking up towards the touch, trying to get
more of it but was denied by an innocent giggle.
 
“I wonder if I would still be able to taste our pet on the cock of yours. I
heard you guys the night before he left for the weekend. Our pet was so loud
and I grew jealous by wanting to join and make my own loud noises with him.”
 
Ryan gritted his teeth, leaning close for a kiss. There was a possessive whirr
that he omitted before his hands finally pulled up to smack Ray’s hands away
from his chest and replace them with his own. “Let your master show you how to
properly handle these,” he whispered, licking at Ray’s lips before beginning to
lower his head. He was peppering kisses all along the boy’s creamy skin as he
we further down all until he was able to kiss on the small, hardened buds of
his mistress. He moaned in relief when he was able to have his lips around the
nip, opposite hand gripping and massaging the other one to give it almost as
much attention.
 
Ray squealed, gasping heavily at the action before he allowed himself to be
swept away by Ryan’s tickling tongue. He felt the master lick all around,
circling the nip until he was sucking again with loud kisses.
 
“D-drink from me, love,” Ray whined, hands now trying to push the remains of
the gown that was pooled around his waist away and grip at his hardened cock.
It was so hard, even when he took the initiative to try and touch himself, he
has never been this hard. There was a warmth that coated just the base of his
balls and when he reached down further, he was appalled at the amount of
wetness there was.
 
His senses were on fire from the licks and it didn’t help with the nails of his
fiancé pinching into his back when he came closer. Ryan’s breath was heavy
against his skin, teeth beginning to threaten to close down on the bud before
they ultimately let go. The older came off with wet, rosy lips.
 
“My dear,” he breathless heaved. His voice sounded thick and saturated with
arousal causing Ray to blush proudly at how well he’s unwound his husband. “I-
I shouldn’t have done that. You tempting tramp,” he growled, rocking blindly up
as if to try and find that tight entrance. “You’ve broken me.”
 
The Hispanic smiled wobbly, still groping his cock and causing it to become
soaked from his juices. To him, it smelled of a lush, fertile garden just after
a massive rainfall. “I’m wet,” he laughed in realization. “I’m so wet.”
 
“Don’t tell me that,” Ryan whined pitifully, tongue aimlessly licking up Ray’s
hardened nips after he spoke. “I thought I was supposed to be courting an
innocent future spouse, not satisfying a rake.” His tone was soft, still thick
with excitement and so the words were not harsh or hateful in any way. He
finally let loose of Ray’s chest and pulled himself up to the boy’s lips for a
kiss full of mostly teeth and tongue. His hands were now tied up in the loose
and neglected gown, trying to push it up on Ray’s body again, but the Lad
refused.
 
“Let me --” Ray groaned when he pulled away from the kiss. He snatched down his
garb again and ultimately began to try and stand up from where he sat on Ryan’s
lap. It wasn’t easy; his movements were uneven and rickety, threatening to
buckle in and fall. With his stand came of the gown completely and he tossed it
away as if it were meaningless. “There,” he smiled bright enough to break the
darkness. “I want you to lick me all over like you did my tits.”
 
The master, in all honesty, blushed from the words and shushed Ray. He tried to
focus on the boy’s face and not his body no matter how badly he wanted to dart
his eyes downward to glance over his future wife. “R-Ray, lay back down. Get
your gown and lay back down!” he tried to warn. He tried to cross his legs,
tighten the covers, or just do something to try and hold himself back from
pushing Ray down and having at him like he did his pet when he was first
brought home. “You’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re doing to me, dear.”
 
“But I want to know,” the boy giggled, trailing his hands down with flat palms
over his nude body. Ryan prayed, trying not to watch the movement that caught
his eye, but he couldn’t help himself. “I want to know what I’m doing to my
husband. Won’t you breed me like one of those rich bitches up in the highlands?
They say they’re the most fertile. I can prove them wrong, I know I can.”
 
Ryan hitched his breath before giving off a low moan of defeat. All of the
words sunk into his mind and turned like a lock and key. His hands were no
longer trying to tighten the covers, but were instead massaging at his cock
through them. He felt shame touching himself like this in front of his little
boy, but he felt like he had the right after what he’s put up with tonight from
him.
 
“I’m sure you’d be able to hold both my and the pet’s pups,” he muttered, eyes
now staring directly at Ray’s hands. They were cupping over his short cock,
playing and teasing the head and until he and an angry shade of rose that
leaked at the new feel. Even in the dark, Ryan’s eyes had adjusted to where he
was able to see almost every detail of his boy standing proudly on top of him.
“You’d be so fat and full of our love,” he took his other hand to stroke the
boy’s thigh, showing the appreciation of the sight. There were tiny squeak
coming from the younger as he investigated more of his body that he had yet to
discover. “Y-you could be doing this in your own bed and give me peace from
temptation of taking you.”
 
“I want you to,” Ray emphasized once again. His words were getting more and
more incoherent with the lack of effort that he was putting into them from his
drunken tongue. “Maybe I could sit on that face and force you to taste.”
 
Ryan groaned, squeezing around the mass of his cock under the covers to relieve
a jolt that came through him. “Slutty boy,” he growled with bared teeth. He was
now able to smell the fertile slick against his nose from the standing boy and
it nearly took all of his energy to stop himself from pushing his boy down and
licking him clean. He imagined the thought of Ray laid down so lazy, legs
spread so wide with greedy hands trying to pull apart his cheeks to expose
himself fully. He shuddered, actually turning his face away from Ray.
 
Ray made a sneer that mimicked a twisted viper’s before he crouched for a split
second and grabbed onto the covers with slim, tight fingers. “Any now for the
reveal…” he muttered, mostly to himself in a haze before he pulled up, the
covers coming along with him. It was his only chance to ever get to see Ryan
completely naked until they are married. The boy was greedy and eager. There
was no time to wait for him.
Details were vague in the dark but once the covers were off, Ray could see it
with weak, tired eyes.
.
“No!” Ryan barked, a hand snatched back the covers that Ray stole. “My sweet
apple, you’re persistent aren’t you?”
 
Ray was grinning, beginning to lower himself back down until he was now
hovering over Ryan’s body with their stomach’s touching. His hands were fixed
on either side of the master’s neck and he leaned in for a kiss. Ryan felt
Ray’s hands trying to feel his package through the covers and although he
involuntarily bucked up for more of his touch, he had to control himself and
work Ray off of him. The boy slid down until he was on the side of Ryan, lying
beside him with sleepy giggles and drunken coos.
“My dear,” Ryan huffed. “You can just be trying to strip me down for your own
sakes. What about the sanctity of our relationship?”
 
“It would still be there,” Ray purred, rolling over until he was on his knees.
Ryan tried to look the other way, but found itself being useless and just
continued to look at his mistress trying to waddle on the bed with his knees.
He heard a faint noise come from Ray when the boy reached behind himself until
the noise evolved into a high woo that made Ryan grit his teeth. “I-it isn’t
like I don’t want this. I do want it, master, see?” He purposely turned himself
until he was facing away from Ryan to reveal as to why he made a sudden noise
like that.
 
His index finger was pushed in right down to the knuckle. He was already being
soaked from the slick that Ray dripped and God, that caught Ryan’s attention
faster than anything. Ryan sat up, moving the covers with him when he tried to
slide closer.
 
Ray was moving the digit in and out in such amature movements, whimpering with
each peak. He was clenched so tightly around his finger and Ryan couldn’t help
but bite his lip, placing a hand on the small of Ray’s back, thumb so tempting
to try and pop into hole along with the teeny fingers. They’re practically the
same size, would Ray even notice the difference? What about if it was his
tongue instead? The slick smelled so beautiful like roses or daisies or just a
flower bed in general.
 
“Trying to squeeze around your finger as if it were me, aren’t you?” Ryan
groaned, eyes never leaving that tiny finger trying to work in that tight rim.
Such a skinny digit would never be able to satisfy a fertile hole, not even. He
was virgin clearly and the fact that he was one was supposed by the desperate
noises he was making. “My goodness, you’re a sensitive boy, huh? Sensitive and
snug just for me,” he purred, hand tempting itself to move south. The Lad was
leaking slick in thick drops and beads that trails to his sac. Ryan watched him
try to move to two finger, but he gave up when he felt the little pain of a
stretch.
 
“I-I know you’d fit, dear,” Ray tried to reason, lowering his chest and
pressing it against the bed while he raised his ass higher. To Ryan, it was a
tempting sight that actually made him lick his lips from the over excessive
dryness that he felt so suddenly. “C-come on,” he chirped before popping his
finger out of his body. “I’m ready.”
 
“I highly doubt that,” Ryan couldn’t help but laugh, eyes never leaving that
clenching hole. He couldn’t deny that the boy was indeed hungry for it,
gripping around the air and longing to be filled. Ryan gritted his teeth when
he felt his cock drool and pulse. He wanted to satisfy his lovely mistress so
badly. It was a shame that a boy this lush, beautiful, and smallwould have to
be denied such a thick, big treat.
 
All that he could imagine was being able to press into it and feel the
tightness that he knew he would receive from such a teeny boy. Even if Ray
could only take the tip, he would be satisfied. He then blushed and cursed
himself for being so perverted to think about a drunken boy like this, even if
he is engaged to him.
 
He’s more than that, he assured himself. Look at you actually even thinking
about defiling him and your relationship with him.
 
“I can’t my love,” Ryan forced out. It pained him to refuse his wife. The way
he was so spread open and eager; it was adorable of how the boy believed he was
ready to receive when he could barely even get around his finger correctly.He
could be the one to show him how to do it. They could both be connected and
feel so good and have it all end with orgasmic bliss and warmth. He would wrap
his arms around Ray so tight at the boy would be taken by the heat of his
fertile seed, the marking of new life.
“Above all, I would hurt you,” he admitted. “Secondly, I don’t want to ruin
this for us. We must wait.”
 
Ray wailed, trying to spread his thighs apart further, but he felt his fiancé
grab his waist tight before he pulled him to the side. Soon, Ray was on his
back and Ryan was on top, hands still clamped down firm so that the boy
wouldn’t wiggle out of his grasp.
 
“P-please, I want to at least lick your cock,” he admitted. “So big and hard -
I just want to taste and touch you.” He shifted in Ryan’s hold, trying to press
up so that he may run up against the older’s length. “Or just let me rub
against you,” he pleaded.
 
Ryan tsked before closing the gap between them for a needed, hungry kiss. He
felt Ray’s teeth trying to bite down on the skin until they were just sucking
at each other’s bottom lips, the boy finally calming his squirming movements.
Ray’s skin was chilled from being inebriated and Ryan treated them like ice
that needed to be warmed with the way he moved his tongue against them. Ray
never stopped rutting upward trying to feel for his master until he felt Ryan
bite down harsh on his lip. He squealed and pulled away, freezing up.
 
“My God, remind me to never give you alcohol again,” Ryan laughed, pulling up
the covers towards them and beginning to wrap Ray around in them. All while
beginning to clothe Ray in the sheets, he never stopped eyeing at the boy’s
swollen and red nips. He itched to have another taste – just one more until
they're married and they’re allowed to do this with no limits. He didn’t treat
himself though, but he did give a short praise of how magnificent they looked
before he covered those up too.
 
“Can I taste you, master?” Ray begged for one last time. “I want to drink your
cream like a thirsty pet. I’d gulp it all down, I promise. I wouldn’t make a
mess at all, I’d be good and swallow.”
 
Ryan’s cock twitched from the words and he cleared his throat before pulling up
the pillows and placing them under Ray’s head. He’s decided to not try and tote
the boy to his room in fear that would only worsen the headache and nausea
tomorrow. He saw that Ray’s sleepy eyes were already winning him over as he
struggled to even keep them opened. “Please?” he yawned.
 
“You’re exhausted. You’re practically poisoned from the liquor, aren’t you?”
Ryan began to rest himself right beside of Ray, pulling the blanket over them
both. Since Ray was wrapped up in a sheet, there wouldn’t be any contact and so
he didn’t think twice about Ray sleeping with him only for tonight. “Sleep, my
love. You can drink from me some other time.”
 
“Promise?”
 
“I promise. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have you a hot bath ready with some herbs
and tea to relieve the headache you’ll get tomorrow.”
 
Ray smiled, snuggled closer to Ryan when the older man finally laid down and
gotten settled beside him, and went to sleep almost instantly.
 
                                        
                                        
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
Ray didn’t want to open his eyes. Already, he felt the throb of his pulse
roaring through his temples along with the back of his head. He groaned, trying
to retreat closer to Ryan who was supposed to be beside him, but ultimately
wasn’t there. Ray wanted to try and call out to his fiancé, but when he tried
to speak, it only hurt his throat along with his head of trying to exert so
much energy at once.
 
In the next room, he heard his bath being run and he tightened the covers
around him, realizing that Ryan would be back shortly to come get him. He
didn’t want to get up. He just wanted to lay in bed with Ryan until noon and
then maybe wake up if he felt like it.
He tried to roll over and felt his stomach do the same and so he decided not to
move at all. He never realized that there could be such a misery like this. It
was almost as if he were ill.
 
“Ryan,” he finally droned.
 
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Ryan chirped when he came into his room. Ray
made a little grunt in reply and didn’t turn over to meet his fiancé. Instead,
Ryan had to come to him and kiss his ear in order to get a response out of the
sleepy and groggy boy. Ray held up his hands just like a child for Ryan to grab
him under the arms and pull him up. “My, you’ve certainly grown since you’ve
been with us, haven’t you?”
 
Ray smiled and slowly nodded, being careful not to be too forceful with his
movements.
 
“Jesus, what all did I do last night?” the boy laughed in Ryan’s arms. The
older’s eyes actually widened with surprise of how Ray couldn’t recall what he
did, but he didn’t say a word except for a little laugh. “Oh, don’t tell me I
soiled myself.”
 
“You didn’t soil yourself, I promise,” Ryan smiled. “Now here,” he kissed Ray’s
nose before beginning to set him in the tub. “Do you want me to massage your
temples? Gavin always loves it when I do that to relieve his hangovers.”
 
Ray nodded, letting go of the matter of how he can’t remember what happened
last night. He brushed it off as if it were nothing and Ryan couldn’t help but
smile as he began to grab the bar of soap.
 
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
Ray was happy that today they were going to get Gavin. He’s missed his pet even
though spending the weekend with Ryan alone was heavenly. They both sat on the
couch after the bath where Ray was continuing to try and knit. At times, Ryan
would have to fix a stitch that he would knot too tight to too loose, but he
would tell Ray how proud he was for him learning so fast. It seemed like the
boy was trying to make a blanket, but looked more like a miniature washcloth –
or a blanket meant for a rat. Either way, Ray treated it like a masterpiece,
shoving it in Ryan’s face and begging for praise and attention on how well he’s
come to knitting.
 
Ray was content with sitting on the couch while Ryan cooked them dinner. He was
busy plucking the ducks that he killed yesterday along with getting the pot of
water boiling over the fire. It was a quiet day full of Ray’s little hums of
aimless tunes and notes. There were times that Ryan would try to join him in
his humming but it wouldn’t last long before Ray would laugh and continue to
try and continue the happy tune.
 
And soon, it got quiet once again. Ryan finished up plucking the duck of its
feathers before beginning to put some flavoring spices and herbs in the water
for flavor. He was actually tempted to call Ray in here just to have a
conversation or even show Ray how to properly cook a bird when suddenly there
was a gasp as shrill as a scream. It caught Ryan’s attention and he looked
behind himself to try and see if he could see Ray on the couch. The boy wasn’t
there.
 
“Ray?” he called, eventually just dropping the duck into the pot of water. It
was dangerous, but nothing too bad with only minor hot burns of some scalding
water droplets. He began to quickly run back into the main room where they were
originally at together to find the boy standing still with fearful eyes. He
looked as if he were in a frozen panic, completely petrified and unable to
move. “Ray!” Ryan called to him again, running close until he was on his knees
in front of the Lad.
 
The both fell into a hug, Ryan holding as strong and firm as he could against
his boy. Ray didn’t really respond with any kind of movement at all, but there
were a couple of squeaks that left his lips in little whimpers.
 
“D-don’t touch me,” he choked. “I-I’m…”
 
“Nonsense,” Ryan affirmed. “I don’t know what you’re about to say next, but
you’re my love.My treasure. I will hug and touch you as I please.” He pulled
away from Ray slightly just to have their lips meet. It was soft and loving and
full of warmth. Ray’s lips were like the big, full petal roses that would be
growing out near the grassy plains where cattle grazed. They were just as
bright, as well.
 
When they parted, he heard Ray sob before he opened his eyes to see the boy
digging his face into his hands and cursing loudly. Ryan didn’t get on his case
this time because it was obvious the boy was distressed. “My love,” the master
rumbled affectionately, trying to shoo Ray’s cradling palms away from his face
and replace them with kisses.
 
“Tell me why you’re upset.”
 
“I-I…” Ray sniffled, finally looking at the master with big, watery eyes. They
were a bright amber that made Ryan almost lose his breath from how beautiful
they were and as he looked past thick, long, and batting lashes, he realized
it.
 
“Ray,” he tried to smile.
 
“I-I s-showed myself to you,” Ray verbally admitted, now bringing his hands to
cover his mouth as if to take back what he said. “I showed myself, Ryan. Oh, my
God, Ryan I’m so sorry,” he broke his sentence to breathe, beginning to pull
away from the older man but it couldn’t be done. Ryan held on with a tight
hand, trying to hush Ray of any negative comments until the boy yelled, “Let me
go! I don’t deserve to be with you!”
 
“Take that back!” Ryan demanded, strength getting the best of him and snatching
Ray back into his arms. The Lad fussed and began to cry when Ryan held him
close once again. They were nearly level with each other as Ryan was on his
knees and he could feel Ray’s hot tears beginning to paint the back of his head
when they hugged tightly again. “D-don’t say that. Take it back, my dear. My
candy-apple.”
 
“I threw myself at you,” Ray continued with a voice as thick as molasses with
how badly it was coated with sadness. “I’m a sex-hungry slut.”
 
“You are not!” Ryan pulled Ray away from him so that they eyes could meet
again. His hands were locked onto the boy’s shoulders with radiant, furious
blue eyes staring Ray’s down. “Now stop saying that! You are my boy, my
charming mistress. I love you with all of my being,” he took a tender finger to
wipe away a tear that was in the process of rolling down Ray’s cheeks. “You are
beautiful, strong, and innocent. You had no fault. The liquor just made you a
little…frisky is all,” Ryan tried to explain. He started to grow hot just from
explaining it, recalling all of the darkened details that happened last night.
“And, my, Ray,” he shushed his voice, leaning in close until he kissed Ray’s
cheek and whispered in his ear, “I must admit I adored what you allowed to show
me.”
 
He felt Ray’s skin buzz and the Lad pulled away with a puff of breath.
 
“Y-you mean that?”
 
“You are enticing; alluring and enticing. You don’t even understand the
strength I had to scrounge up in order to not violate my promises of courting
you,” he began to smile when he saw Ray trying to look down to hide his blush.
“I don’t know if you remember, but I couldn’t keep my mouth or hands off of you
to save my life,” he nipped at Ray’s nose to emphasize his point and it made
the boy titter happily like he normally does. “My tasty boy.”
 
“I’m sorry I tempted you, my dear,” Ray apologized, nuzzling against Ryan’s
face before giving him another kiss. “I’m so glad to have someone as strong as
you. You could’ve just taken advantage over me.” He was now grinning, holding
onto Ryan’s arms. “But you love me too much, don’t you?”
 
“So much,” Ryan sighed.
 
The both of them just continued to hug and exchange a limited amount of words
until Ryan smelled the aroma of burning, dehydrated duck coming from the fire
in which he was quick to sprint for in order to save their dinner.
 
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
It was late and Ray was tired. He had convinced Ryan to allow him to stay home
when he went off to retrieve Gavin. At first, Ryan wasn’t so sure, but he had
to realize that Ray had been living on his own for the longest time before he
was ever put into his life as a mistress. He had promise the boy it should take
no longer until an hour after sundown to come back, but now the moon was high
in the sky with stars sparkling bright and there wasn’t even distant trots of
Edgar or the carriage coming close.
The outside weather was dry and chilled and caused goose bumps to appear on
Ray’s arms. He found his old outfit and wasn’t wearing a dress right now. It
honestly felt a little weird and cold; it was so unique even though this was
the same outfit he’s grown up with when he still lived at Rooster Teeth.
 
He decided to go back inside, figuring that it would be a while before they
came back. Perhaps Gavin and Michael were busy with each other, or maybe even
Ryan and Geoff’s conversation becoming a little longer than usual. Either way,
he got up from the first step of the house and went inside to go lay down.
 
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
                                        
He ended up falling asleep and he was only woken from the sputters of Edgar
when the horse drew near to the house. There were voices; familiar tones that
belonged to both his pet and master and he gave a faint, unseen smile knowing
that his Gavin made it home safe while still having his eyes closed. He didn’t
want to move from the position he was in right now – on his side facing away
from the door – and so he just laid there, waiting for one of the two to come
inside to greet him.
 
There was silence that struck the air instead. It was agonizing and Ray laid
there with awake eyes and a bit lip as he suddenly got nervous. He felt the
drop of the air surrounding him from sudden anxiety; why were they not coming
in?
 
There was honestly a threat of him actually dozing off once again due to how
inactive it was of any action or life in the vicinity. He tried to kick his
feet together to keep his body awake and his eyes alert, even if they were
closed and rolling back. He was beyond relieved when he heard the clicking of
the door behind him, however and he stopped his movements, sighing a soft coo
to alert whoever was coming in that he was still awake.
 
There were quiet thuds of feet. He wanted to turn over to see who it was, but
he didn’t even bother with how lazy and tired he was. There was a mighty heave
of the old box spring when the being came in the bed and by the shift of
weight, Ray knew it was Gavin. He felt stubbled kisses brushing past his ears
before there was a light whine.
 
"Master told me everything. How you..." he trailed off, shuddering a deep
breath on the sensitive skin of Ray's ears. "L-Looks as if I have another
showgirl. You didn't mean any harm, did you? Just a fair boy wanting to be
touched and physically loved."
 
Ray mewled at the words, a familiar blush of shame and embarrassment reddening
his face.
 
And suddenly, he squealed high, locking his legs when he felt the pet hands
squeeze his cheeks, nails nipping through the jocks and pants that he wore. The
pet licked at his neck, chuckling proud and smug.
 
"Looks as if my Micoo saved you. If you were to do that to me, I'd have you on
the floor plowing into you with no regrets. 'M not strong like master." He
continued to try and thumb through the boy-pants that were on Ray before he
muttered under his breath, “What is my mistress doing outside of her dress?”
 
“G-Gavin, please,” Ray whimpered, trying to take his hands and pry the pet’s
palms off of his ass. “R-release me –”
 
“Give me some of that dirty talk, won’t you?” the pet purred, leg now beginning
to fold over Ray’s, jutting himself fully into the plush of Ray’s ass. “God,
you knew, didn’t you? You knew your pup would be hungry for that candy hole and
so you protect yourself with your old clothing instead of granting me the easy
access…I would’ve barely given you time to move those panties to the side
before I would be pushing in, going as fast as you’d want me to. I aim to
please my one and only mistress.”
 
Ray nearly cried out in shock when he felt Gavin’s hands beginning to come
forwards, warningly brushing over the small tent that the boy’s cock had made
in the pants. Ray bucked up involuntarily, never having someone actually touch
him right there before. He made a whine that mimicked an unsatisfied toddler
and heard a lazy laugh coming from Gavin.
 
“Little boy wanting to shag my hand, doesn’t he?” he whirred lowly, enough to
make Ray visibly tremble in submission. “My hand isn’t made for that, master.”
 
Ray melted and mewed at the word. “M-master?” he repeated, trying to cross his
legs from any touches the pet would have made. Gavin nodded while sighing,
trying to separate the boy’s legs.
 
“Let me touch, my master. My lovely mistress needs to be licked for
alleviation. I can smell how wet you are.” Gavin drug his tongue up the nape of
Ray’s neck and it made the teen scatter himself from the pet’s touch.
 
“D-don’t do that! Gavin, I’m sorry, but we can’t be doing this.”
 
“I’m the pet,” Gavin whined, pulling Ray back towards him. They were both
sitting up now; in fact, they were both sitting on their folded knees, Gavin’s
hand grabbed onto Ray’s shirt collar with a tight fist. He didn’t want his Ray
to leave, not at all. “I’m the pet, my dear. Would there be any harm in your
pet properly licking you until you’re soothed to sleep? That’s my job anyway,
love. It wouldn’t be dirty, I promise.” He leaned in close until they kissed,
his hands coming to Ray’s face and caress it as he tilted his head to the side
for a deeper taste.
 
The mistress allowed for Gavin to tongue at his lips and he followed suit,
licking back and closing his eyes to try and get himself to relax again. That
word: “master” got to him and he didn’t even know why. It was possibly from the
longest time of wanting to be a master to a beautiful pet and Gavin was that
pet to birth that love in the first place. It was insane for him to deny the
wanting and pretty pet, especially with how much hevisibly ached, not even
shameful to touch himself in front of his mistress and give puppy whimpers
whenever Ray finally left his lips.
 
“My cherished, little Ray,” he whispered with a pant. “You take the breath from
me just with the taste of your lips. W-won’t you let your pet treat you?” He
gently trailed his hand downward until he touched at Ray’s tiny tent again. It
was warm with the smooth of slick running against and even seeping through the
pants and he hitched a starved moan, trying not to make any loud noises. “So
messy.”
 
“You are a hound,” Ray remarked, pushing Gavin’s hand away. “You’re like a dog
who's been teased with treats right in his face and been denied, but no more,
huh?” He kissed at Gavin again, letting the pet place his hands on his slim
chest, rubbing up and down to him to feel. Gavin’s jaw fell slack as he allowed
his mistress to guide his hands over semi-swollen mounds on his chest as well
as feeling hardened nips pushing against his skin.
 
“M-my precious Ray,” the British pet babbled. “Y-you would let me?”
 
“I’ll let you lick only my chest,” Ray grinned, eyes lowering to hide his
blushing smile. It felt so weird to have to say that to his pet, but it was
obvious that Gavin was eager as his hands were already beginning to rip open
the buttons of Ray’s shirt. The boy exclaimed and was just about to tell Gavin
to slow down before there were desperate and open lips placed onto his.
 
“My love,” Gavin stated before throwing open Ray’s loosened shirt, not even
taking the moment to soak in just how beautiful the boy really was before his
mouth was already attached to his right nip, sucking through tight, close lips
as well as his tongue licking all around. Ray breathed sharp breaths, fingers
finding their way curled into Gavin’s long locks of hair. He tilted his head
back and sobbed a releasing wail, feeling his cock now beginning to drip inside
of his pants as well as slick beginning to thicken up.
 
“I-I – oh,” Ray decided to give up on trying to talk to the pet who was now
beginning to bite down with gentle pressures on his teeth. He was careful to
not pinch down too hard on the small bud, but it was just right enough for Ray
to buck up his hips each time he did it. The excitement as well as familiarity
began to settle into the boy’s veins and he could barely keep still as he let
his pet continue and try to drink of him as if he were producing milk.
 
Preparing me for little mouths, he sighed happily, closing his eyes.
 
“My, isn’t this a sight?”
 
Ray yipped when he felt Gavin biting down, bleating sadly as he began to suckle
harder. Ray could see the red of guilt on Gavin’s face with his eyes screwed
shut and hands pressing Ray as close as he could.
 
“C-candy-apple,” Ray fussed, trying to cover his other nipple with his hand,
pushing Gavin’s mouth. “I-I couldn’t –”
 
Ryan stepped forward with a heavy gate, boots thudding hard against the ground
and made Ray shiver in fear. He hoped that his master wasn’t angry for letting
the pet jump on him like this. So far, Ryan hadn’t even said anything until he
was finally within arm’s reach of Gavin, fingers beginning to tangle in his
thin hair before he snatchedhim back, making the Brit howl from loss of the
sweet bud on his tongue. He landed on the mattress with his back, eyes trailing
forward to see Ray’s chest fully exposed, tit redden and wet from his mouth
while the other was pink from the grope of both of their hands.
 
“I-I’m sorry, m’master,” Gavin grumbled in disgrace. “T-they were just too
beautiful for me to deny. They were so lush and ripe and I swear I haven’t done
anything else to him! I was greedy.”
 
Ryan growled deep, sitting himself on the bed and grabbing Ray by the chin to
pull him in to claim his lips. Ray made a high noise against the kiss, closing
his eyes and relaxing in the future husband’s touch while he directed them. His
hands were rubbing along the smooth sides of Ray’s chest, thumbs massaging
against the swollen mounds and even bumping up against the small nipples. “I
can tell you nothing without you trying to have some for your own, can I?”
 
When they parted, Ryan felt Gavin’s tender arms beginning to lace around his
waist along with an apologetic purr being heard from his throat. “He’s our
sweet mistress, isn’t he? I couldn’t wait any longer to drink from him…”
 
“Nor could I,” Ryan exulted, pecking lightly at Ray’s nose. “Nothing more,
though. I swear if I even see you near those cheeks, you’ll be chained to the
wall doing nothing more than playing with that abandoned cock of yours.”
 
Ray smiled at the words and attention he was receiving from his boys. He was
even caught off guard, choking out a gasp when he felt Ryan’s warm tongue
beginning to tail over his sensitive nips once again before the master finally
began to fold in the opened shirt. Gavin whined from the loss of being able to
look at his exposed mistress, but he sat up from being on his back and plopped
forward on the pillow, sputtering his lips. He was an impatient pup.
 
Ray hugged him close once he got to lay on the bed, giving the pet’s cheek
kisses with tiny, thin lips. “It won’t be long now,” he whispered into the
Brit’s ear.
 
Gavin lit up with a wide smile and turned over to see Ryan giving him a smiling
scowl full of jealousy. He knew his place and he knew not to touch like a
correct pet, even if it was a pain to try and follow through with it. “Promise,
m’master.”
 
“Good boy.”
 
 
***** Alone? (Ray/Gavin/Michael - Part One) *****
Chapter Summary
     Ryan has to go with Burnie and the gang to try and fight off some
     bandits that he may know something about. This means both the pets
     and the mistress are home.
     The second part is when they actually play -wink-
Chapter Notes
     Annnd here is a Mayvin Part One! Stick around for the night, teasy,
     smutty Part Two
     Also, I have been thinking about my "Welcome to Jail Fic." I have had
     a couple of people give me suggestions but I have decided that the
     fic, itself, will have a HUGE overhaul during the summer!! So, please
     don't give up me yet. I have learned that I cannot handle a big, hug
     storyline during school. I'm so sorry you guys have been waiting a
     year, but your patience means just...so much to me.
     If_you_ever_wanna_ask,_click_here~
                                    ~~~~~~~
 
 
Ryan tried not to speak of anything that happened in the weeks that followed.
He never allowed the boy to get any more alcohol than a one, whole shot and
that was it. He was absolutely terrified that another night like that would
happen again, only this time he knows that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself
like he did previously. He probably would never have that decency ever again.
 
He’s always had to sometimes pop Gavin or snap at him when he sees the pet
becoming a little too comfortable with the Lad. Ever since he’d got to lick
those tiny, sweet buds, he’s been feeling fatherly. Ryan caught him trying to
sneak wandering fingers up Ray’s new blouse or trying to wrap around his figure
as tight as he could. There were always excuses and all of them were utter lies
such as, “he’s said his tummy’s been hurting”, “he just needs a little back rub
to help him sleep”, “I was just trying to make sure his new clothes weren’t
tight.”
 
They were all lies and Ryan didn’t buy into them for one moment. He knew the
real reason why Gavin was becoming touchier and he tried to stop it every
single time he would see it. One time, he actually purposely sent Ray to bed
early so that he could drag Gavin into the bedroom by the collar and give him
the roughest treatment he’s received since he was first considered a pup of a
pet to Ryan.
 
“Just too horny for your own good, huh? Maybe this will help you out.” He was
certainly surprised to find out how eager and thirsty the pet really was; how
neglected he’s been of his master’s love and touch. That night, Gavin bit his
tongue hard to fight back the urge to scream out the boy’s name. Ryan heard the
fragment of the sound and didn’t say anything. He only blushed, gritting his
teeth to let his pet milk him as if he were trying to be bred, himself, only
thinking that if he could actually speak to the boy, it would be “don’t you see
what you do to us?”
 
Gavin asked Ryan to sleep with him recently in fear that he wouldn’t be able to
control himself and that he would go too far when it came to snuggling up to
the Lad or holding him at night while they both slept. It didn’t last long
until the boy would be coming into their room during the night whining about
being lonely and not being able to sleep. So, Gavin forced himself to be
strong.
 
                                       ~
 
 
It was a shock to find Michael at their doorstep, but Gavin welcomed it with
opened arms and open lips. He had nearly tackled Michael to the ground until
they were both laying in a dust of dirt locked in a kiss. Geoff was stepping
off his horse, looking at the two with a sleepy smirk until he directed his
attention towards the couple that began to walk out of the door to see what all
the fuss was about.
 
“Gavin? Michael?” Ray asked in a light, sleepy voice. He yawned, just waking up
from a long night’s rest. He was dressed only in a bland, grey gown that he
wore to bed.
 
Ryan was fully dressed in his cowboy boots all the way to his vest and hat,
however he was confused to the fact as to why Geoff was here. He snapped at
Gavin to get up from the ground and the Brit obeyed, sliding off of Michael and
helping the ginger pet up to his feet.
 
“I’m sorry about that, love,” Gavin whispered, beginning to brush the dirt off
of the mate. “Why are you here?”
 
Michael began to go up towards the stairs, not answering the Brit at first. He
gave a smile to Ray and he sat down on the bottom step and got Gavin to follow.
 
“There’s been trouble,” Michael answered. “Rooster Teeth has been hit by a
bunch of bandits. I have an idea of who they may be,” he cut himself of, giving
a nasty glare to the barkeep who was beginning to talk to Ryan, as well. “They
haven’t done anything horrible. Stole a few horses and almost burned down a
barn, but nothing too bad that couldn’t have been stopped. They ran overnight
and now Burnie’s rounding up a posse to go catch them.”
 
There was a look of horror plastered on both the British pet’s and the young
Lad’s face. Ray had stepped down until he was beside them.
 
“That’s terrible!” he yelled. “That’s why you’re here?”
 
Michael nodded. “Geoff wanted to keep me safe. He’s probably telling Ryan about
it right now, hoping that he’ll take me in.”
 
“We’d be more than happy to!” Ray chimed in, a grin beginning to burst into
life. It made both pets smile.
 
“That’s my mistress,” Gavin chuckled, leaning up for a kiss. Although there was
a little bit of worry in his heart from the news, he was more than glad that
Michael was safe and okay along with Ray also be just as warm and welcoming as
a proper lady of the house should. Gavin’s fingers were aimlessly twirling
along the long ties of Michael’s new lacy skirt. It was thin, showing off
gorgeous, pink panties as well as creamy, pale legs. The pet blushed at the new
clothes, hoping that his mistress wasn’t getting a wandering eye. It wasn’t
like Ray has never seen Michael or the way he dresses before, but there was a
heated instinct that made him want to shield Ray of anything that might be
tempting. It was mostly due to the fact that the Brit couldn’t help himself by
imagining that the little boy would look like in Michael’s wear with a thin
skirt, a red, velvet tank, and sparkling stilettos. The pet even had a small,
rabbit leather satchel swung around his shoulder. It was branded with the most
beautiful heart.
 
“He’s matured into such a magnificent lady,” Michael complimented, also holding
his head up to look at Ray. The blushing boy was smiling behind his hand.
 
“A hundred dollars?!” the three heard the blond master shouting out.
 
Geoff nodded with a simper. “So are you in or out? Burnie could really use a
sharp eye like you behind a gun. Hell, I also remember that knife work that you
would try to impress me with.”
 
“I didn’t have to impress you with anything,” Ryan replied and he heaved a
great sigh. He looked back at the boys and gave them a worried smile before
muttering, “And you’re sure it’s one hundred dollars and not just ten?”
 
“Haywood,” Geoff scoffed. “I wouldn’t even think about going for anything less
than 30 dollars. We need you by midday, so are you in or not?”
 
Ryan tilted his hat just a bit out of nervous thought. He once again took a
look over at the boys sitting on the porch. He contemplated about the payment
that Burnie was offering him. A hundred dollars would mean that he would be
able to properly pay for a nice wedding; Ray would have the most elegant dress
along with the most valuable ring. Not to mention it would possibly help pay
any other expenses.
 
“I’m in. I’ve got to talk to my boys first, though.”
 
 
~
 
 
“It’s only going to be until we find them,” Ryan promised. “It should take no
more than a day or two.” He tied a bag of a set of spare clothes to Edgar’s
saddle followed by he putting small bunch of straw in the horse’s mouth. Gavin
was holding Ray’s hand as the boy now had a worried look, tears threatening to
peak. Before, he didn’t even think of how long his fiancé would be gone or how
dangerous the whole situation was is entirely.
 
He grabbed a hold of Ryan’s hand, taking the man by sudden shock. It had been a
while since Ray had actually reached for his hand like that and so he stopped
his movements, giving his full attention the Lad.
 
“Ray, my candy-apple?”
 
“Promise you’ll be safe?” the boy pursed his lips. He felt a pressure in his
throat in what felt like a harsh punch. He swallowed it, trying to maintain
himself as he looked at his fiancé’s eyes. They were kind and warm just like
Ray had always remembered ever since he and the man had first met. He saw them
sparkle and so he gave a warm, stretching smile. He noticed the brightening
grin on the older’s face before he leaned down for a tender kiss.
 
Ryan heard a slight whine come out from the pet beside him and he ruffled the
already messy hair of the Brit when he let go of Ray. He sighed as he looked at
the pet with a tilted head and a curious, raised brow. Ray couldn’t read them,
but the pet knew exactly what those eyes were saying to him.
 
Behave.
 
Gavin moved up to have a kiss, fingers threatening to cup the rough cheeks that
were lined with thin scruff. His eyes were lightly closed, mostly to show both
the promise of obedience along with submission to his master. Ray watched with
tear-filled, cheerful eyes as the two before he took a hold of Gavin’s leash.
He tried to not feel so out-of-place, especially when he saw the master pulling
Gavin up to whisper in his ear; it was something that made the pet give a high,
puppy whine with the twitching of his feet against the ground. He was tried to
hold back a wide smile and it only caused Ray to light up.
 
“What are you two talking about?” he asked with an innocent flick of his tongue
out in the air.
 
“Nothing,” Ryan answered, that half smirk still on his face when he let go of
Gavin.
 
Edgar was beginning to grow antsy along with Geoff also barging into the scene,
telling Ryan that they need to go now. Michael, at his side, no longer had his
leash around his collar and so he began to walk towards both Ray and Gavin
until he leaned his entire weight on Gavin’s shoulder.
 
“Promise we’ll be good, Master Haywood,” Michael tittered, watching the blond
man now heaving himself onto the horse. Ryan chuckled when he grabbed the
reigns to steady Edgar.
 
“That promise means nothing to me, honestly. I trust you boys but –”
 
“Don’t you dare talk to my pet like that,” Geoff snickered. “He promises not to
fuck around with your boys, so take his word on it.”
 
Ray felt a gush of heat sink heavy on him like a solid brick and he bit his lip
at the words. Gavin was laughing, turning his face to meet Michael in a soft
kiss before leaning his forehead against the other pet’s.
 
“He promises nothing for me, right? Only Ray. We’ve got to keep that sweet hole
as virgin as we can for our master.”
 
Ray gasped audibly as well as the master fidgeting uncomfortably on Edgar. He
apologized to the little Lad for the pet’s language and gave Gavin a
threatening, yet playful look.
 
“And that’s one of the reasons why I don’t trust naughty pets like you two,” he
muttered. He pulled on the reigns slightly to allow Edgar to begin walking
forward. “We should be back by the beginning of the weekend.”
 
“I’ll miss you, Ryan,” Ray smiled as he looked at the master. “I promise I
would have learned to properly make dinner by the time you come back so you can
have a wonderful meal.”
 
The master whirred happily. “That sounds fantastic. I’ll miss you too, my sweet
babe. There won’t be a second spend without me thinking of you and my pet.”
 
Geoff had come close to quickly tell Michael a soft goodbye as well as a
promising kiss for his return. It was quite soft and touching to Ray, but he
tried his best not to become into a blooming flower of emotion as he quickly
wiped his eyes with his long sleeve and waved goodbye to his fiancé.
 
 
~
 
 
It was a quiet, sleepy night. The three of them had dove into Ryan’s liquor
cabinet and grabbed an aged bottle of Jack. Gavin had made sure that Ray didn’t
see the sparkling rum that Ryan had been saving for their wedding and he was
quick to only pour Ray one shot, much to the boy’s dismay.
 
“But, Gavin,” he complained, “Ryan’s not here. Can’t I get some more?”
 
“And have another episode? You practically lifting your skirt for me to just
gawk at and not expect me to do anything about it?” the pet had chuckled and
gave Ray a deep smooch while taking the time to also pour Michael a small
glass.
 
They were all caught in a slight buzz between them. Ray was trying to start to
make a new beanie for the winter while Gavin and Michael laid lazily on the
run, caught in loving kisses. They whispered very quietly to each other
whenever they weren’t too busy laying their head down from the numbness of the
alcohol or trying to taste each other’s lips.
 
“Perhaps you should lie with him right now instead. He seems like he could use
the love.”
 
Gavin squirmed against the floor, head turning up to look towards the boy. The
Lad had his back to them, his hands systematically moving with the two knitting
needles along with a fat ball of yawn strewn to his side. The flames of the
fire made his shadow dance and noted of how absolutely peaceful he looked.
 
“He wouldn’t want me to lap at his feet right now,” Gavin answered back softly,
making sure Ray didn’t show any sign of him hearing them. “He probably misses
Ryan. He’s also so busy with that hat that he might not even want to deal with
me.”
 
“I don’t think that’s true,” Michael yawned, arms wrapping around Gavin’s neck.
“I’m sure he’d fucking love to have a kiss from you and just to be able to lay
down without a care in the world.”
 
Gavin cleared his throat and took a look at Ray’s turned body once again not
even remotely paying them any attention. The pet made a little whimper to
surely catch the boy’s concern. It was successful and Ray looked back over his
shoulder to look at the two pets.
 
“Aw, Gavin. What’s wrong?”
 
Gavin gave a quick, affectionate nuzzle to Michael began he got himself up from
the floor. He wobbled slightly whenever he did stand up completely, only
because of him being a little drunk as well as being slightly dizzy whenever he
picked himself up. He started coming towards Ray, soon getting back down on his
knees when he reached his mistress.
 
“You look lonely, love,” Gavin answered, immediately laying a kiss on Ray’s
forehead. The Lad gave a small simper, slipping a stitching through the loop of
the two knitting needles. “I’ve come to help that. A pet always makes sure his
master comes first before anything.”
 
“You’re very sweet, Gavin,” Ray answered, looking at the Brit with bright,
content eyes. They were no longer intoxicated, but it didn’t help that Ray was
only received a little bit of liquor while Michael and Gavin drank as much as
they wanted. “But I’m fine. I’m just lost in thought right now.”
 
“Little beautiful boy like you? Lost in thought?” Gavin chuckled, pulling
himself up to Ray until they met in a loose kiss. It wasn’t long or deep, but
it was just as loving and gentle as the drunken pet could afford and Ray took
it happily. “Little boys like you shouldn’t be so lost in thought, thinking
about the world. They should be overjoyed, knowing only how to please their
lovers.”
 
Ray made a squealing noise that should’ve sounded like he was offended, but it
was tied off with a bunch of bashful giggles. “Gavin!” he yelled, playfully
pushing at the pet. “You’re just a lusty thing, aren’t you?”
 
“It’s only true,” Gavin tittered with half-lidded eyes. He leaned towards the
boy and had his nose rubbing against the smaller’s before he continued, “and
soon you’ll be fat with pups…I don’t think you’ll have anything else on your
mind by then.”
 
“Ah, stop your words,” Ray was grinning now, eyes trying to harshly focus on
the piece of knitting work until he just dropped it all together. Gavin began
to purr when Ray turned his body to completely face the pet’s and they met in a
loving smooth with arms circling around each other’s necks.
 
Michael watched with glassy and tired eyes that threatened to close for sleep.
He had a little curve in his lips and he chuckled at the sight of them.
 
At first those months ago, when Gavin told him about this new boy who was going
to become their mistress, Michael was jealous. Now, he understands why they are
absolutely perfect for each other.
 
 
~
 
 
Ray was complaining all morning about how he wanted to get out of the house and
at least do something with the two other pets. They practically slept the
morning away.
 
Gavin had heated the brick oven and cooked some left over deer that they had
had the other night so that they wouldn’t be starving all day until they could
get some more food. It was the excuse that Ray came up for them to go into town
and go shopping at both Jack and Lindsay’s place.
 
It almost seemed that Ray was turning into a pet with how badly he was begging
to go try on dresses, itching to look at a mirror and watch how he would twirl
with a new, beautiful dress on.
 
Gavin was now baking bread for them to have in the morning for breakfast and he
sighed from the stress of Ray’s requests. Michael was trying to help around the
kitchen by washing dishes or sweeping, however he seemed to be trying to always
entertain Ray in some way, mostly from his stories of his past. Ray would be so
intrigued of Michael’s past times of being a famous, lovely showgirl and
somehow managed to deal with the abuse of his old boss. Other times, Ray would
try to talk about one of his stories from when he was a little boy and still
lived with his family, but other than that, Michael did most of the talking.
 
The sun was beginning to show midday and Ray whined from grogginess and
boredom.
 
“Gavin, please,” Ray huff, walking into the room of which the two pets were
laying down. Both were listening to some very old classical tunes from the
phonograph that involved a lot of peaceful flute and piano. Although Ray had to
admit it was lovely, it was only adding to the tone of how dull everything was
without the master around showing how to whittle or knit, or even showing how
to partly sharpen his throwing knives and then strike a bull’s eye in a nearby
target. “Michael will be with us and he knows his way around the town. We can
go look at new clothes and get more food to last us for the night,” he tried to
convince.
 
“Ray, we can’t just walk there,” Gavin muttered, stretching his arms from being
folded up during rest.
 
“Oh, come on, Gavin. We can always catch the train. There one that goes right
through Rooster Teeth and I’m sure the tracks are somewhere near here.”
 
Ray beamed at the idea of them being able to go and he quickly nodded his head.
“The train goes by all the time! I’m sure we can be able to catch it at the
next stop.”
 
Gavin pursed his lips, but the stern look in Michael’s face made him straighten
up, especially when the ginger pet crossed his arms.
 
“Come on, we’ll be fine. After all, I do have some spare change with me that
Geoff slipped into my satchel.  We could afford dinner tonight along with maybe
something nice for your mistress.” Michael began to get up from the rug,
straightening himself out as he yawned.
 
“My master would love something pretty for our mistress,” Gavin contemplated.
He flashed a sleepy grin to Ray who began to flutter with delight.
 
“You would really buy me something, Michael?” Ray asked, nearly skipping to the
ginger pet.
 
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?” Michael caught Ray in a little hug when the boy made
it to him. Gavin looked at the two and clamped his lips shut, mostly just from
surprise. It wasn’t supposed to anything mean or hateful, but he could just
feel a slight burn of envy and it made his teeth buzz. He didn’t say anything
because the hug only lasted for a few seconds and instead he also began to get
up from the floor.
 
“A night out would be nice. Master never said nothing about us leaving.” Gavin
remembered those crystalline eyes and there was a gush in his heart of both
excitement and nervousness. “As long as Ray’s safe and happy, is all that
matters.”
 
“Well I won’t be happy unless we actually go somewhere,” Ray replied, running
to the hooks on the wall to grab both Gavin and Michael’s leashes. “I’m gonna
change into my actual clothes, now. Can’t be wearing a gown everywhere.”
 
When Ray ran to his room, Michael leaned onto Gavin with a purr, snuggling into
his neck. He gave it a kiss, resting most of his weight on Gavin in a lazy
prop.
 
“We’ll be okay, boi. Promise. Master would be proud at your ability to take
care of your mistress all by yourself.” He slid fingers into Gavin’s hand and
squeezed lovingly. “I mean I know I’m here, but he’d still be proud.”
 
The Brit couldn’t help but feel a reddening of pride in his face. “T-thank
you,” he whispered, tilting his head back to allow Michael to kiss at his skin
better. He always loved adoration like this. He’s always wanted to make his
master proud just to get showered with love and praises and to even think
little Ray doing that same made Gavin whirr in happiness. “Your master would be
proud, too. Spoiling a fine lady like this.”
 
“He seems very thrilled that I’m doing it,” Michael answered. “And that’s all
what I want for him to be.”
 
Gavin nodded in agreement, turning his head to hear little thuds of feet
running back towards them. Ray was now in his sundress, holding the leashes up.
Gavin noted of how Ray’s molded so perfectly into that dress compared to the
day they bought it. The way the dress hugged at his curves, Gavin almost
growled protectively.
 
Stop it. Control yourself, you stupid moron.
 
“How do I look?” Ray asked, even giving a little twirl to show the pets a full
view of him. Michael wasn’t hesitant on gushing out a praise that made Gavin
spark with pride.
 
 
                                       ~
 
 
The train ride was a little rocky, but not too bad. Ray had jumped off of the
car with Gavin and Michael already ahead of him, pulling at their leashes. The
sun was still high in the air, and so the Brit made estimates of how long it
would be before sundown and they would have to go home.
 
The town was quieter than normal and the silence actually made Gavin so concern
as to grab Ray’s hand to protect him. Michael was looking around for any LEFT
TOWN signs on the building, but his hope was restored when he saw Lindsay just
outside of her store. She was sitting in a rocking chair, concentrating on a
patchwork in her lap.
 
“Lindsay!” Michael yelled, giving her a wave. It took a small second, but the
redhead finally looked up and waved back.
 
“Hey, you guys!” she greeted. She set aside her work and got up from the chair.
“Goodness, I thought you’ve left town with Ramsey!”
 
“No, no,” Michael answered. Gavin and Ray followed along, still hand in hand
even though it looked like the threat of another attack had gone away. “He sent
me to Haywood to be with his pet and mistress.”
 
“Oh!” Lindsay gasped. “I remember you guys! Ray, you were the cutest thing to
ever step into my store.”
 
Ray looked down with a grin, rosy blushes beginning to liven up his cheeks.
“Thank you, ma’am. S-so, the bandits are gone?”
 
“Yeah,” she answered, turning to open the doors to her store. “Come on in. I’ve
got some new dresses I would love for you to try.”
 
 
~
 
 
Ray had spent the first hour there just trying on random dresses including
shoes that were way too small or way too big for his feet. Michael was over by
Jack’s store to pick up some food like chicken, apples, and corn and so left
Ray trying on dresses to show off to Gavin. So far, there was this beautiful
purple, evening dress that made Gavin almost drool with how fine it was on the
boy, however when Ray came out with the latest dress, he nearly dropped to the
floor in shock.
 
It was a dazzling, white dress with thin lace and glittery sequences. The boy
looked like a fairy princess rather than a common mistress.
 
Ray twirled around and the pet thought was stunning. Gavin watched with
enraptured eyes with the flow of the dance that Ray was making just from the
little random spins he would produce to go in tune with his humming. It was as
sweet and melodic as a siren with all of the innocent intent of sharing beauty
and love.
 
“T-that dress is marvelous on you, my love…” Gavin whispered, beginning to draw
close. He felt the need to bow or just get as low as he could, not thinking
himself worthy in order to be in this lovely dame’s – his mistress’ – presence.
So he did, landing on his knees and scooting close to where he could at least
touch the boy’s hand. He was glad Michael wasn’t here and that Lindsey was
silent, allowing the pet to do what he wished in order to show grace towards
the Lad.
 
He couldn’t believe he felt tears beginning to weld up in his eyes just from
the thought alone that soon, he would be able to hold his lovely mistress in
his arms as he should.
 
Those broad hips; my, they’ve truly never been shown off like this before.
Gavin felt a rush of blood flow through his body until it ultimately settled
south and he had to fold in his knees so that he could hide himself. He gritted
his teeth, hating feeling like a guilty, bashful dog.
 
Stop looking at him like that. He’s not a prize, he’s a treasure.
 
“You think Ryan would like it?” the boy giggled.
 
“I-I know so, dear. I love it and I’m sure I would be able to speak for my
master, as well.”
 
“For you, that dress can be 50 cents,” Lindsay winked at the boy when she got
from behind her counter. Gavin looked at her with wide eyes. “M-ma’am this
dress has to be at least 2 dollars.”
 
“Not for Ray,” she winked. “He deserves to go home in a dress like that.”
 
Gavin pursed his lips, almost saying an immediate “yes” to the whole deal, but
he stopped himself when he had to remember that it was Michael’s money and not
his. “That’s awful sweet of you,” the pet said, shifting on his knees from the
overflow of excitement.
 
Ray was bouncing with glee, babbling on of how beautiful he would look at his
wedding or how he could be compared to some of those valley girls further West
on the land. Gavin began to laugh, holding down Ray by his hand until the boy
leaned down for a deep kiss.
 
“Can we get it, Gavin?” Ray asked when they parted, whispering soft so that
Lindsay wouldn’t overhear them or anything. The pet sighed through closed lips
and then clicked in tongue.
 
“I don’t know, my dearest Ray. It’s Michael’s money and right now, he’s buying
groceries. Plus, God, what would Ryan say if he came home to find that on you?”
 
“He’d probably love it, pet,” Ray grinned.
 
“He’d probably lose it,” Gavin chuckled, giving Ray a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I know my master, my dear. He loves a good, little pretty boy in a rich ball
gown.” He turned his face so that he could whisper right into Ray’s ear, lips
brushing against the arches. “And so do I.”
 
“You’re a naughty puppy,” Ray bit his lip, looking down on the floor again. He
felt the heat of slight embarrassment, especially due to the fact that he heard
Lindsay giggling softly at her counter. He didn’t think bad of it, though. He
was happy to know that his pet and fiancé long after him like they do. “I wish
I could give you a good punishment for such a bad dog.”
 
With that, Gavin rumbled in his ear, tongue flicking up just lightly against
the skin before he continued to whisper, “Don’t tempt a hungry dog. That’s like
teasing him. Let him lie.”
 
Lindsay burst into a fit of giggles that made Ray turn redder than a tomato.
 
 
~
 
 
Michael, sadly, wasn’t able to buy the dress anyway and his apologies on the
way home would only stop in intervals. Soon, he would spew out another apology
after a break until Gavin barked at him to stop.
 
The ginger was able to afford a cheap, metal chain that Lindsay was selling for
5 cents. She put a little heart locket it for free and blew Ray a kiss whenever
he left her shop.
 
Ray loved it and barely kept his fingers off of it without continuing to open
up the locket and close it again. Gavin watched him with soft, dreamy eyes as
he could only imagine how darling his mistress looked.
 
“We’ll put our wedding picture in there,” he commented, letting Ray rest his
head on his chest. The boy cooed and handed the chain and locket to Gavin.
 
“Here, put it on me,” he requested, beginning to move back his hair. The pets
giggled, adoring the way how Ray carried himself, moving back hair as if it
were long and lush like a woman’s.
 
“It’s lovely, Ray. Looks amazing on you,” Michael said, beginning to huddle
towards them as he felt the train beginning to slow. The boy tightened the
leashes in reaction around the pets and made them whine before he got up from
the bale of hay. He giggled in gratitude and adjusted the heart locket to where
it was showing clearly to the world.
 
“Thank you, Michael. I can’t wait to put a picture in here or a small note.”
 
Gavin brushed Ray off of any excess hay that was on him and helped out Michael,
as well. The boy yawned and leaned into the Brit’s touch and held on tight to
his arms as the train began to significantly slow and he almost lost his
balance. Gavin purred, soon wrapping his arms around the boy and flashed
Michael a proud smile.  The other pet raised an eyebrow and winked, walking
over to the car door and opening it when the train finally squealed to a stop.
 
***** Alone? (Ray/Gavin/Michael - Part Two) *****
Chapter Summary
     Where Michael finally breaks and the other boys do too~
Chapter Notes
     Yay, it's Spring Break! -shoves fics at you-
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     Thank you for all of those who support me? What am I working on next?
     Superhero!AU with A Dan/X Ray/Vav
     Dan's the super villain -evil laugh-
     Thank you, Emono, for everything. I love you so.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Gavin and Michael were bathing and so Ray had sat down in front of the vanity,
poking and prodding at his hair. He had adjusted the locket on his necklace at
least five times by now, making it perfectly straight on his chest. He had
promised the two pets that he would have heated the oven by now as well as get
some of the raw dough that Gavin had kneaded earlier to make some bread. He
didn’t do any of those.
 
He was very antsy about how he looked. The mirror was circular and reminded Ray
of one of those showgirl mirrors that they would use to doll themselves up
preceding their performance. There was something about it that made Ray believe
that he was just as pinned-up and pretty as them. He thought of Michael, or how
he pictured him and his past from what both the ginger and Brit had told him.
 
He was actually tempted to go through Michael’s satchel to see if the pet would
have any type of makeup on him, whether it be lipstick or eyeliner. He didn’t
want to be rude, though, and so he suppressed the need as much as he could and
continued to pay attention to his own face in the mirror. His hair was a mess,
especially after the big day of going into town. He bathed this morning, but
there was a sudden need to do it again, just so that his hair wouldn’t be so
frazzled.
 
At the doorway stood Michael. He was completely nude with the exception of
those high stilettos that nearly gave him away if he were to walk normally.
Michael licked his lips to wet them, tilting his head when he saw Ray sitting
in front of the mirror. The boy couldn’t have possibly known that he was
standing there from the way that he trailed his hands all down his body, eyes
completely fixated on his reflection. His orbs were big and bright as if trying
to see if he were good enough to be presentable. Michael began to walk closer,
purposely kicking off his heels so that the boy wouldn’t hear the sharp clacks
of each step.
 
The boy continued to fiddle with his hair, trying to smooth it in the most
attractive way he could as well as run his palms over his face. There was a
dust of stubble that was beginning to grow in from maturity and it was obvious
that it was making the boy self-conscious. In fact, he gave a slight growl in
defeat when he realized that the stubble wouldn’t go away.
 
Michael reached the chair, curling a playful finger on the bottom of Ray’s chin
and making the Lad gasp in surprise, darting his head towards Michael in a
haste.
 
“M-Michael, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you hungry; I got distracted –”
 
The ginger pet placed the finger on the lush arches of Ray’s lips. “Hush,” he
spoke in a whisper before leaning in. “You’re beautiful."
 
The boy blushed heavily pursing his lips tight, especially when the full
realization that Michael was completely bare before him settled in. He tried
not to stare, even when Michael moved closer, getting on his knees.
 
“You really are, my dear. Gavin and I were just talking about you and how
lovely you really are…” his voice trailed off, fingers finding their way down
Ray’s body. The boy began to fidget uncomfortably, making a soft noise of
modesty. It’s been so long since he and Michael have been close like this, all
in each other’s spaces.
 
“You two are too nice to me and I thank you. B-but, pets, I’m not that pretty.”
 
“Bullshit,” Michael slurred when he enunciated the ‘s’ in the word and that
brought a red flag up to Ray. Michael was drunk, or so it seemed. The touching
fingers turned into flat palms now rubbing all over Ray’s arms until they were
sliding down to his hips. The boy gasped, hitching his breath and tensing his
entire body.
 
“M-Michael, stay,” he ordered, but the ginger didn’t listen. He settled
comfortably to the floor, knees spread wide enough for Ray to see his cock
hardening to life.
 
“Gavin’s been telling me about how lovely you looked in that dress you tried on
back at Lindsay’s place. I couldn’t help but imagine it, myself…” he sighed,
looking up at the boy with a smile. Their eyes met and Ray could see the
familiar cloud of intoxication that he saw before almost a year ago; that was
when he he still lived alone and had not yet moved in with Ryan and Gavin. Ray
was completely speechless, biting his lip when Michael whimpered, folding in
his knees in insecurity when he realized the shady intentions of the pet.
 
“F-forgive me,” Michael begged, referring to his hardness that was now fully
erect from recalling the thoughts that rolled into his head. “I just…can’t
imagine how my boi’s held so strong this far with you. I’ve been looking at
you, myself, and I have to say that you deserve...everything. I wouldn’t be
able – I’m not able to.”
 
Ray whined when he felt Michael’s hands move towards the buttons on the front
of his dress and he gently pushed them away. “W-what do you mean?”
 
“You deserve everything a nice, breeding lady deserves,” Michael answered,
trying to coax his hands back towards the buttoned seam. “Maybe a soft mouth
that can properly treat those teets.”
 
Ray’s eyes grew wide in shock and he almost cried out in shock when Michael
quickly began to grab at the buttons to undo them.
 
“Come on, little bear, let your pets do what they’re trained to do,” the ginger
pleaded, fixing his knees to prop himself up. He happened to scoop a quick kiss
from the boy’s lips and the boy almost squealed from the new excitement,
especially during a quiet night.
 
“M-Michael, you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Ray gritted his teeth, hands now
clamping onto Michael’s wrists and holding them from doing anymore movements.
The pet gave a small rumble that sounded somewhat like a growl and the boy shut
his mouth, breathing deeply in nervousness through his nose.
 
“I’m not, actually. Just a bit buzzed from the heat of the water and a little
glass of Jack,” he muttered, diving up for another kiss. Ray permitted him and
this time, their lips slotted together perfectly. It was warm and Ray could
definitely taste the slight honey of the whiskey as well as feel the burn of
the excess alcohol on his lips. He didn’t mind it, in fact, he fell into it and
turned his head to allow the pet to suckle on the petals of his lips.
 
After a couple of seconds, Ray finally pulled away from Michael, shuddering in
guilt. “D-does Gavin even know you’re here? Where is he?”
 
“I finished rinsing off before he did,” was all that Michael said and he
directed his attention back to the buttons in the middle of Ray’s chest. A
couple were already popped open, exposing a segment of flawless, creamy-tan
skin. The pet purred, looking up at Ray once again, as if to ask for
permission. The boy hesitated, curling his toes and shifting his legs as he
actually contemplated allowing the pet to continue.
 
“I-I don’t think we should be…”
 
“My dear,” the pet whined, fingers clamping down to the opened seams of Ray’s
gown. They wanted to pry open the dress, not even caring if they were to break
any buttons or ruin the fabric in any way. “Let me lick at them, just for a
bit. I-I can’t just sit here and let you not be touched, I’ve been trained
better than that. I don’t even understand how Gavin as a pet is able to handle
himself—”
 
“Because Ryan trained him well!” Ray almost snapped, hands catching Michael’s
jittery hands when he tightened his wrists. “You’re devious, just like him.
You’re just more physical.”
 
“You should listen how to talks about you when we’re alone,” the pet purred
lightly, coming in close as if to receive another kiss, but the boy didn’t let
it happen this time. It made Michael give off a disappointed noise before he
continued, “always bragging to me about that fat ass and those soft, little
tits.”
 
That’s when Ray lost it, almost thrashing in the chair from embarrassment, but
the pet held him strong and shushed at the boy. “No, no, little one, it’s
okay!”
 
“Y-you two talk about me like that?” the mistress whimpered, trying to button
himself back up, but the pet was protesting against Ray’s anger.
 
“P-Please, Ray, don’t be upset. We were only talking about how stunning you
are,” the ginger tried to calm the boy. He placed his hand on Ray’s shoulders,
holding them firm whenever the boy struggled against him. Ray was in no way
stronger than the pet, and so Michael took a careful note to be gentle. “You’re
beautiful and he’s just proud of how well you’ve matured. As am I,” Michael
brought himself up to nuzzle at the boy’s face. He recalled back around a year
ago when Ray was still living alone with a gun that he didn’t know how to
carry. “We’re pets, my dear, it’s what we do.”
 
Ray’s lip trembled. “R-Really?
 
“Of course I do, my dear,” Michael answered, returning his hands back to the
boy’s dress. “I just can’t help myself; seeing how you’ve grown, it takes my
breath away and all I want to do is fulfill my pet needs and please.”
 
Ray sniffled, trying to get over the sudden shock of anxiety and embarrassment
from his system. He had his hands over Michael’s, this time actually caressing
over them gingerly so that he could give the pet permission.
 
“N-no more than a few, okay?” Ray asked. He felt hot and guilty because of
this, but seeing the pet almost bounce with glee made him feel so content. All
along, he’s been staring into a mirror doubting his image, but now there was a
lapping, happy pet wanting to suckle from him and so the guilt was quickly
replaced by longing.
 
Michael nodded eagerly, lashing flickering playfully when he propped himself of
his knees fully again. His legs were spread and the boy could slightly feel the
pet’s hard cock against his knee. The boy didn’t say a word of disapproval
though, especially when he heard a soft mewl of praise coming from the pet when
he finally opened up the rest of the buttons.
 
They were already full and perky, those little breasts. All the talk between
him and Michael had made him buzzed enough to where his nips were hard and
aching. Ray hissed when he felt the immediate kiss of Michael’s lips already
pecking at his mounds and hot blood welded up to his face from nervousness.
 
“M-Michael,” Ray whispered when the pet began to lick eagerly. Tight hands were
clamping down on his broad hips and the boy was frightened that there will be
bruises if he weren’t too careful. “M-Michael!” he repeated again, louder this
time.
 
The pet hummed, lips never leaving Ray’s skin. He mouthed at the bud of Ray’s
swollen nip while he took a hand off of Ray’s waist to play with the other. The
familiar sensations that he could recall from weeks ago began to take over him;
he felt drunk again and he loved it.
 
“O-ooh, Michael…” the boy gasped with opened lips, hands trying to find a nice
place to rest, but they just continued to awkwardly move about until they
rested into the curls of the pet’s hair. Michael was making loud, suckling
noises that made Ray’s hardening cock twitch underneath his gown. He was glad
that the pet wasn’t able to see, because he was getting so thrilled so quickly
and it was borderline shameful of how he could be so roused from another pet
licking his nips.
 
Michael lifted off with wet, red lips. He cooed contently, kissing the broad of
Ray’s chest before moving to the other nip to give it the same treatment. Ray
groaned, moving his hand from Michael’s hair in order to adjust himself under
the gown and relieve the aching tension in his hard cock.
 
Ray bit his lip, tilting his head back to expose his throat into the air. For
weeks, he was trying to recall the very sensation that he felt from his fiancé
and pet licking at him; it had been hard since he was so plastered from the
alcohol but now he was able to relive it fully with a sober mind.
 
“N-n--yes,” Ray whined, hand tightening around his cock and giving it a few
tugs. He could feel a slight damp feeling on his fingers whenever he would
stroke all the way to the base and he hitched his breath in silent realization
that he was coated in slick. “M-Michael—” he tried again to get the pet’s
attention, but was only successful on making the pet look up at with him big,
clouded, caramel eyes.
 
The two exchanged a couple of seconds of a silent conversation before Ray felt
the cool air against his thighs when gown was hiked all the way up. He almost
wailed out in shock, but choked on it when the pet had now slapped the boy’s
hand away from his cock and replaced it with his own.
 
Ray melted, breath beginning to grow heavy as he was now just holding onto the
pet’s hair for dear life as Michael was now working his tongue all over the boy
along with stroking his hand so perfectly around the boy’s thin cock.  Ray felt
as if his heart was going to explode from all of the extra excitement, but he
quickly fell into a small rhythm of bobbing against Michael’s hand and tongue.
 
“G-good boy,” Ray’s eyes fluttered back. As much as he wanted to tell Michael
to stop it, he couldn’t bring himself to do it and so he encouraged it instead.
Pleasure rolled through his body in tumbles as Michael continued to lick with a
fat, full tongue along his skin with just the added scrape of light teeth
threatening to pinch down as well as the ring of his fingers tightening to draw
out a big, fat bead a of precum from the boy’s small cock.
 
 
“Michael!” Ray choked again, hands trying to push the pet’s head away. Moral
reality was snapping back into his mind and he gritted his teeth in defense.
“N-No, I don’t think we should be doing this…” he was kicking his legs, making
loud thuds throughout the house in order to shield his cock from Michael’s
hand.
 
 
The showgirl of a pet didn’t listen, but only hummed lowly against his lips
around Ray’s nip; his hand opened, pressing Ray’s cock flat against the boy’s
body. The mistress squealed feeling the shock of pleasure shooting through him
and he couldn’t help himself when he tilted his head back to give a full,
praising moan.

“My dear?” he could hear Gavin calling from other side of the house. “What’s
wrong, my mistress?
 
Ray froze, clinging onto Michael with tight fingers and bared teeth. Michael’s
hand instinctually tightened around the boy’s cock and so Ray gave a little,
light peep of sensitivity.
 
Gavin, sadly, ran to his mistress, afraid that something was happening or that
he was hurt. He had a look of fright that made Ray’s heart hurt with each beat,
especially when the look of fright turned into a look of shock.
 
“M-Micoo—Ray?” he asked in a broken voice, leaning weakly against the
doorframe.
 
Michael peeled off of the boy in a flash, a guilty gag leaving his throat. He
looked at the Brit with a remorseful frown, getting low on his knees in
apology. Gavin growled and it made Ray tremble in the chair, scattering down
the ends of his skirt to hide his cock.
 
“G-Gavin –” Ray tried to begin, but he was cut off from the pet’s bark, teeth
grit in such anger.
 
“What in the Hell?!” Gavin snarled, immediately lunging at Michael, who was
already as low to the ground as possible. It was a sign of shame for a pet. Ray
gasped as he saw his pet pull Michael from the ground by his hair, a nasty
scowl on his face as well as his other hand clenched in a fist, ready to
strike.
 
Michael was whimpering, trying to remain strong, but he was faltering in the
Brit’s grip, trying to get out of it as much as he could. He was trying to
cover his cock that was still so hard against his stomach by trying to buck up
his knees or place his hands there, but the Brit prevented him.
 
“You fucker. You dirty little prick,” the younger pet spat.
 
“Boi!” Michael cried, biting his lip so hard so he wouldn’t become angry at the
way the pet was treating him. He dug nails into the pet’s wrist in order to
make the Brit let go and he fell do the floor again with a strong thud.
 
“How dareyou?!” Gavin snarled, now beginning to get low. “You violated my
mistress!”
 
Ray sniffled, digging his face into his hands to hide away his guilty tears.
“N-no! P-Please, Gavin, don’t –”
 
“And you let him!” Gavin’s voice broke, his lip now beginning to tremble. “W-
why, Ray?”
 
The boy shut his mouth. Trying to find how to answer his pet was so difficult
that he could only afford a little sob. Michael also whimpered, looking up at
Gavin with red, wet eyes that threatened to cry.
 
“Boi…I-I didn’t mean to,” he spoke in a soft voice, baring his teeth down hard
when he heard the Brit mutter something that he couldn’t really hear. “I
couldn’t fucking control myself. I’m sorry.”
 
“I didn’t realize that talking about my miss would make you turn on me,” Gavin
rumbled lowly, beginning to move closer. Michael flinched near the floor,
almost panicking when he saw Gavin starting to pass by him.
 
The boy still didn’t say a word. The only thing that he could do without
bursting into tears was to make soft, apologetic noises. At first, Gavin looked
at him angrily, but his face soon softened, passing by Michael and crawling
towards his mistress.
 
“W-what all did you do?” Gavin asked, stopping just in front of Ray. The boy’s
muscles froze up when the pet’s fingers just immediately pulled back the skirt
of the gown, exposing Ray’s sticky and softening cock underneath. The Lad
blushed heavily, more so in remorse and guilt from his actions rather than
actually being shown.
 
Gavin hitched his breath, soon shuddering out a spent breath when he saw the
member give a visible twitch, an obvious excited jolt moving through Ray’s
body. The pet couldn’t help but think to himself of how absolutely beautiful
his mistress was with his legs slightly spread. From the looks of how Ray’s
dress was split open from the loose buttons, he had an idea.
 
“Y-you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” the Brit asked aloud.
 
The boy bleated a sorry whine, looking down in sadness and trying to take his
hands to close up the opening.
 
“Boi, it was my fault,” he heard Michael say just above a mutter. “Don’t blame
him. He tried to stop me.”
 
“What all did you do?” Gavin asked again, now looking back at Michael in worry.
“You actually violated him?”
 
Michael shook his head, sliding on his knees towards the two. “What? No! I
promised I wouldn’t put my cock anywhere near his hole, remember?” His face was
still flushed from the stigma that he felt. Gavin sighed deeply through his
nose. By now, Gavin had a hand on Ray’s shoulder, thumbing the flaps closed to
cover him. The Hispanic sniveled, looking up at Gavin with sorry, sad eyes that
were wet with tears.
 
“He only licked and touched me, Gavin,” the boy spoke just over a whisper
because it was so difficult to speak. It felt as if he were about to swallow a
mass of a solid rock. “I promise we did nothing else that you have done.”
 
“I’ve never got to touch that lovely cock,” the pet muttered, darting jealous
eyes once again at Michael. “You’ve never permittedme.”
 
“Gavin,” Ray sighed, nearly about to sob. “P-Please, Gavin, I’ve always wanted
it ever since I could remember. I just never wanted to make master angry at you
and punish you.”
 
The Brit leaned closer to the boy on the chair, chin soon planted against the
bare skin of Ray’s chest through the opening of the buttons. He felt a jolt of
surprise tingle down Ray’s warmth, especially when their eyes met, completely
locked on each other. The mistress’ eyes were still watery and somber; they
asked for forgiveness.
 
The ginger pet whined behind him and he felt Michael’s fingers already
beginning to tickle at his sides.

“Boi,” Michael sighed. “I’ve been a foolish slag.”
 
“You were tempted. I shouldn’t have bragged in your face about my little Ray,”
Gavin answered, lifting up from the boy’s chest after he gave it a quick kiss.
“I don’t blame you. I would’ve honestly done the same.”
 
Ray fussed, wanting to tell Gavin that it wasn’t all Michael’s fault, but
instead he was taking by surprise. Gavin was quick to turn around to meet his
mate in a kiss, Michael also making a soft noise of relief whenever their lips
connected. Although it surprised Ray for the moment, he felt relief knowing
that Gavin was forgiving.
 
The boy began to button his gown back up, but there were soon long, gentle
fingers shoving themselves in the way so that the boy wouldn’t do it.
 
“What are you doing there, love?” Gavin wondered, pulling away from Michael
whose eyes were completely focused on Ray’s movements. Both of the pets had
looks of puzzlement, but Gavin’s was more longing than it was confused. “Little
rake like you actually thinking of covering up?”
 
Ray’s mouth dropped and his hands clenched around the opened flaps in shock of
the words. However, he was blushing as bright as an apple and he lowered his
lashes in bashfulness.
 
“R-rake?” Ray now had his legs crossed slightly, hands trying to work faster on
buttoning up the flaps.
 
Gavin now had a smug sneer on his face, looking at the boy with amused and lazy
eyes. There was still an envious flame that smoldered in his eyes, but it was
nothing harsh or hateful. Gavin restrained Ray’s fingers with his own,
forbidding him of going any further.
 
Michael had his arms wrapped around Gavin in a small submission, purring
lightly at the new attitude of his boi.
 
“He’s a beautiful little twink, your mistress,” Michael breathed into Gavin’s
ear, but Ray heard it all. “Look at how innocent he is, crossing his legs as if
that’s gonna stop you.”
 
“He ought’a know better by now,” the Brit agreed. He flashed a devious smile at
Ray who just began to tremble in front of the both of them. “Look at you, my
love, you’re getting all wound up already.”
 
Ray nodded in honesty, still fidgeting his legs whether he were crossing them
or uncrossing them. Gavin whirred proudly at his squirming mistress, knowing
fully well what he was doing. Already, there was a hint of a faint flower and
garden scent that musked up around the boy and it made the Brit’s mouth water
for a taste.
 
“G-Gavin, I don’t want us to get in trouble.” Ray was actually trying to get up
from the chair, but when he felt the slide of slick against his legs, he gasped
and stopped. He heard both Gavin and made make a low sound in their throats and
Gavin came close until his hands were all over the boy’s thighs.
 
“Let me get you to the bed,” Gavin begged, arousal taking over his entire voice
and making it go down to a smooth cello. He pressed himself close to the boy,
purposely making Ray spread out his legs so that he could slot in between. Ray
shuddered a high moan that flushed all the color in his face, especially when
he felt the slight hard twitch of Gavin’s cock against his gown. “It’s my turn
now, little apple.”
 
He slid his hands underneath Ray’s arms and the boy made a sharp squeak of
unease when he was picked up. He clung to the pet as they now began to walk
towards the bedroom with Michael following behind.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Ray made such a boyish uproar when Gavin finally got him on the bed. He was on
his back, completely strewn with his gown scattered messily, almost high enough
to show his cock. The Brit was quick to hover over him, consumed with arousal
and excitement. Michael was beside them on the bed, grin cutting through the
air.
 
Ray had no longer been giving mewls of protests. So far, he’s just be
whimpering, shamefully accepting the fact that he was an absolute mess that
needed to be dealt with. The Brit was low against Ray, jutting his hard cock
against the boy’s to have just a little feel on his mistress, but the gown
remained in the way.
 
“I-I don’t know how I’ve held so strong this long,” Gavin breathed against
Ray’s lips before kissing them. He was practically humping the mattress and
Ray’s body like a thirsty dog as he ran his hands all over the Lad’s curvaceous
hips. The boy was all spread out with legs as opened as wide as they could be.
His limbs were trembling in nervousness, but the only sounds he made were ones
of praise against the pet’s lips.
 
Michael was thumbing at his own panties, cock straining in them at the sight of
the opened Lad. “Look at him, Gavin...He’s desirable and appealing, thanks to
you. He’s so ripe with round, wide hips and a plush, needy hole.”
 
That’s when Ray let go, legs closing back in so fast that they nearly kicked
Gavin. The boy ripped away with a loud mewl, toes curling as he felt a
releasing bit of gush seep out of his hole.
 
“He smells so fertile, doesn’t he?” Gavin asked aloud, but mostly to himself.
“Just wants a cock to fill him before he goes off to sleep, maybe a tongue to
curl around that cute nub.”

“Enough, I can’t take your words anymore,” the boy pleaded.
 
“Gah, I can feel you. You’re all wet for me,” Gavin hummed out, mostly out of
ego for himself. “If only I could just fill you.”
 
He saw Ray now grinning from the overwhelming sensation, a fluttery coo leaving
his lips from the thoughts of having his pet inside of him.
 
“N-no, master said –”
 
“I bloody know what master said,” Gavin huffed. “And I tend to be loyal to
him.”
 
“Little lick wouldn’t hurt though, would it boi?” Michael spoke up, fingers
sliding in between the two. Gavin almost shot a dirty look, but it the hand did
nothing more than hike up the remainder of Ray’s skirt.
 
The boy gasped, legs once again trying to cover himself, but the pet stopped
him by cupping his hand over the Lad’s cock. The sudden, familiar touch made
Ray relax and he purposely tried to move against it, biting his lip. Gavin
hitched his breath at the reaction, but nevertheless he welcomed it with a
purr.
 
“I’m sure one lick wouldn’t hurt at all. ‘s not like I’m planting my seed yet,”
Gavin answered, lowering himself down so that he could be able to kiss Ray. The
teen closed his eyes, already licking out his tongue against the pet’s lips.
Ray grew more comfortable, closing his eyes.
 
“What a dame,” Michael was now rubbing his hand over Ray’s inner thigh. He
tempted himself, trying to move his fingers to the boy’s swelling sac, but he
decided not to. “Sweet boy like this, all for yourself, huh, Gavin?”
 
Gavin pulled from the boy with a lusty smile. “Yes, mine,” he repeated,
playfully nipping at Ray’s nose just to get the boy to giggle. “Don’t you ever
close those pretty legs whenever I want them open. I want to see your cute cock
always hard for me to swallow down.”
 
“I’m sorry, pet,” Ray’s voice was shaky from the adrenaline, continuing to rut
up into Gavin’s hand until his cock was completely hard once again. “I-I just
don’t want us to get in trouble is all. W-will Ryan be mad?”
 
“He won’t be mad,” Gavin half lied. He honestly didn’t know if the master would
be mad or not to find out about them doing of this. He was pretty sure that the
master would be furious, only if he ever found out. “I promise he won’t. A pet
can only stand so much wait-time.” His hand was now perfectly curled over Ray’s
cock, not even thinking twice about not telling the master at all.
 
“I’m so proud of you, you fucker,” Michael kissed at his mate’s temple. “You
being able to stand it this long without even breaking any rules,” his hand was
now focusing on unbuttoning the remainder of the Lad’s gown, fingers already
trying to massage at the small rise of skin. Ray began to whine from the sudden
touch, but he was mostly hushed by the stroke of Gavin’s hand to his sensitive
member.
 
“I just want to touch and look,” Gavin insisted. “Nothing more. I’ll let you
kiss him and suck on his breasts, but that’s it.”
 
Michael sighed happily. “You are a damn saint.”
 
“Don’t get used to it,” the pet gave Michael a look. “I only allow this now
because I’m a horny dog for my mistress.”
 
Ray cooed, nodding contently when Gavin got up from him. They shared a little
kiss before the Brit had shifted all the way off the bed towards Ray’s hanging
legs from the edge. “G-Gavin, Michael,” he mewed, especially when Michael was
now leaning down to kiss him, hands fully working off Ray’s gown by the
shoulders to expose his torso.
 
“Already so perky again.” Michael hand his fingers playing all over Ray’s nips
once again, making him moan with glee. The boy was bucking up into the air with
loose hips, his hard, small cock aimlessly fucking up in the air to look for
attention. “Little boy just wanting some love, doesn’t he?”
“Y-yes,” Ray admitted, blushing heavily when he felt Gavin’s breath against his
thighs before parting them. He opened, completely widening his legs once again
and heard a pleased muttering praise from Gavin. From that alone, Ray gushed
and his eyes screwed shut as he felt a thick bead beginning to run from his rim
all the way to the base of his tailbone. He yelped when Michael began to lean
in closer, curls practically flying into Ray’s face when the pet gave a little
kiss on one of his nips.
 
“Such sweet noises. I can’t wait until I hear them muffled against my cock one
day,” Gavin spoke before he ran his tongue against the bead that had slid down.
Ray twitched above him and he only smiled with an opened mouth at how fruitful
his boy really tasted. “God above,” he moaned against Ray’s skin, allowing his
hand to palm on his aching cock that strained in the air. He had licked up
until he felt the edge of Ray’s puckered hole on his tongue and that’s when he
stopped.
 
Ray almost kicked a leg in response, being so sensitive around that area. He
felt another heat of gush leave him and he whimpered in humiliation. Michael
was groaning deep around his nip, hand massaging all around the other.
 
“G-Gavin! Michael --” Ray gasped, feeling the light pinch of Michael’s teeth
that bit down on the boy. The British pet was still massaging his fingers all
against the lush rounds of his ass before finally licking lightly against the
rim.
 
It was a gentle lap, nothing that would take the boy by storm, but to feel Ray
clench around his tongue was the best thing he could have. Ray tasted of ripe
fruit that reminded Gavin of bright, juicy strawberries. He moaned a praise,
lips kissing Ray’s hole as he deepened his licks.
 
Ray had gone speechless, fingers tangled so tight in Michael’s hair that even
the older pet gave a small whine in pain. He lifted up from the boy’s breasts
and pulled his fingers from his hair just to lean in and give the mistress a
hot, wet kiss of comfort.
 
“It’s so good, isn’t it?” Michael asked when they parted. Ray murmured, blissed
out as he rocked back against his pet.
 
“Y-yes, oh, yes,” he answered in a saturated voice, bobbing so shallowly with
Gavin’s flat palms bracing against his ass for leverage. The pet had now
started licking back and forth, dabbing at Ray’s swollen sac from time to time.
“Y-yes, pet, k-keep licking me like that.”
 
“Yeah,” Michael growled with smiling, gritted teeth. “Tell your pet what to do
to make you happy. Give him orders.” The past showgirl now had his hand around
Ray’s cock, giggling bubbly when he heard the obscene groan of pleasure exit
his lips.
 
Gavin had his finger massaging all around the wet rim of his boy, tongue
accompanying it. At times, Gavin would have to stop himself from sinking his
finger in from how badly the boy was trying to clench around it. The poor pet
could imagine nothing more than to see his mistress do that around the bell end
of his cock, coating it with such lovely juices before he would slide in. Right
now, he was in heaven, licking all around Ray just to be rewarded with more wet
gushes whenever he would hit just the right spot.
 
Michael’s hand was beginning to grow wet from Ray’s dripping cock and he kissed
the boy’s cheek in adoration.
 
“I can feel your cock, you’re so close,” Michael whispered in his ear. “Why
don’t you make your pet drink you up?”
 
Ray’s breath had grown labored, thighs beginning to tremble from the
stimulation. Never had he felt like this, so spoiled from both pets licking at
him in all the right places and stroking his cock without being asked. He
wanted it to last, but he moaned out Gavin’s name loudly, pulling away from the
pet as well as slapping Michael’s hand away from his cock. The pet reacted
fast, bringing his face to lick up Ray’s hard, drooling cock. His lips weren’t
even around Ray’s member properly before the boy was spilling over against
Gavin’s lips, a small hand cupped over his mouth to keep himself quiet.
 
“Oh, wow,” Michael laughed, hands now aimlessly palming at Ray’s breasts again.
He pressed his hardness against the mattress, feeling it ache from the sight of
watching the beautiful boy be pushed over the edge like that. “Such a good boy,
you are, huh?”
 
Gavin sighed happily, eyes lidded as if he were drunk. He thickly swallowed
down Ray’s cream, tongue licking against the boy to egg it to go on. It caused
the boy to bite down on his palm and he had to pull away with a slick-sounding
pop from the pet’s mouth.
 
“My lovely, little Ray,” the Brit praised, licking his lips before beginning to
crawl onto the bed. His cock was still hard, pressing against his skin. He paid
it no mind though; the only thing that captured his attention was his mistress.
 
Ray was completely undone, head laying to the side with sleepy, closed eyes and
a lax jaw. His arms were sprawled out to the side along with his legs dangling
off the edge of the bed like heavy weights. It made Gavin chuckle in pride as
he laid beside the boy. “You taste just like a candy-apple,” he commented
sweetly, pushing down Ray’s gown. The boy huffed, nodding slowly before he said
a fragmented, “thank you.”
 
“That didn’t take long, did it? Maybe the baby boy desperately needed that
love,” Michael added in, beginning to jump from the bed. He, along with the
help of Gavin, began to pull Ray up on the bed so that his legs wouldn’t be
hanging off and that he would be settled comfortably on it. The boy was already
beginning to show signs of exhaustion, eyes now completely closed tight from
being so heavy with sleep. Michael was quiet when he saw Gavin beginning to
wrap an arm around the boy, cuddling him in close and planting a kiss on his
head.
 
“Master would be so proud,” he whispered, pulling the covers up. He didn’t
cover himself, especially when he saw Michael looking at him at the doorway,
leaning on it lazily. He smiled at him and gave the boy’s head another kiss
before speaking softly, “see you in the morning, love.”
 
“Come ‘ere,” Michael commanded, inching his index finger towards himself. He
already had his other hand stroking his cock in leisure, eyes still filled with
faded lust. “Your mistress had made me all frisky.”
 
“My, he does that, doesn’t he?” Gavin groaned, beginning to get up from the
bed. He walked to the door and Michael pulled him by the collar to meet him in
a kiss. Gavin fell into it, still feeling the hot blood keeping his arousal
hard and ready. Michael began to stroke it, wanting Gavin to do the same with
him. The Brit did, tongue licking through Michael’s lips.
 
“I can taste him on you,” the ginger whirred, looking up at Gavin with
glistening, caramel eyes. “I’m jealous, now.”
 
“Don’t be,” Gavin pleaded. “You still have me.”
 
“You bet your sweet ass I do,” Michael laughed, tugging Gavin out the door by
the front strap of the collar.
 
***** A Proposition (Ray/Ryan/Gavin III) and Pet Cravings (Dan I) *****
Chapter Summary
     In just a few short months, Dan has grown accustom to his new life
     very smoothly, however he's starting to want to become more than just
     a servant for his masters. Sadly, the way that this is found out the
     messy way.
     Ryan finally asks Ray the big question~
Chapter Notes
     Hey! I'm so glad I got to update this <3 I hope you all enjoy and if
     you want more please, if you want more or wanna ask for a prompt
     request or what you would like to see more, ask_me_right_here.
     I'd love to know <3
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Dan wouldn’t say that he hated his life because of the sentence he was given
(it was much better than being hung like an ornament on a tree), but he didn’t
like it either. Every single day, he was put to a random task that required him
doing physical labor outside in the blazing sun, doing a chore around the
house, even fixing up the damage of the house that he made when he threw a fit
of anger one night when he got a tad bit too drunk. He would have to sleep on
the floor with nothing but a rug under him and some sheets in case the night
was supposed to be cold.
 
The first few weeks, he hated it to his very core. Every chance he got, he
would try to run away, but Joel would be quick with a posse that he and Burnie
would round up to catch him. They only had to do this a few times until finally
Joel put weights on Dan’s feet so that if he were to run, he wouldn’t go far.
He make sure to take off the weights at night, shackling Dan’s ankles together
in case he got any ideas of spending the night of hightailing it rather than
sleep.
 
“You know I have every right to take you out back and shoot you if I wanted to,
right?”
 
“Please, just do it,” the British man lied, and he was thankful to not feel a
snatching arm ripping him away toward the back door.
 
Eventually, the criminal got the message and no longer tried to run. Instead,
throughout the weeks, he became quiet and obedient, only saying a couple of
greetings and goodbyes to his “masters” whenever they would come home or leave.
Thankfully, that earned enough of Joel’s trust to take off the weights and he
told Dan that if he were to run away again that “he’d regret it.” It never
happened, because the Brit never tried to run. They never really laid a harmful
hand on him, but there was always the threat of it whenever he did something
wrong. In the beginning, Joel would always have to raise his arm whenever Dan
would disobey their orders or talk back. Burnie would always be close to
hitting Dan, but it was never harsh or anything the convict couldn’t take.
 
Lately, he’s also noticed that Joel and Burnie have been much more comfortable
with having sex as soon as they got home. Either when scrubbing dishes, working
out in the field, or even just lounging around, Burnie and Joel would end up
with locked smooches, hands swimming down each other’s bodies until hands would
finally reach the inside of each other’s trousers. Every time they did that,
Dan would have no idea what to do and just excuse himself to the next room or
even go outside and wait obediently until they were finished before returning
to a pair of content and blissed out looks giving him a suggestive eye.
 
He wasn’t disgusted with it, but he would pretend like nothing was or that he
wasn’t there so that he wouldn’t disturb them. He didn’t know if they were
doing this on purpose just to spite him or maybe even get his attention. The
thought of that made him feel funny down below and he would just blow it off
with a huff. He hated to admit that the thought of his masters being intimate
like that made him all the more obedient and interested. Shamefully, he began
to imagine being there with them and joining them, not just watching them.
 
I’ll be good, I promise. Haven’t I been good to you, masters? Won’t you give
your pet a treat?
 
He wasn’t officially labeled “pet” yet, but they made him crave the title.
After being a slave and seeing how good it was to be a kind and obedient pet
for loving masters, he couldn’t bear to stand the thought that he hadn’t been
called a pet yet. His mindset had completely changed since he’s been with the
two. He was on the verge of begging, but he never actually did it. He would
just use their rich harmony of noises and moans and touch himself to it,
imagining that those sounds not being only for each other, but for him, as
well.
 
One day, he was alone. Every hard labor that his masters had given him was
completed and so he laid in their bed to relax. He wasn’t allowed to even be
near their room, but during the day when they were away, that’s all he would
ever be. His body was sprawled out, clothes pried opened and unbuttoned for
relief of the heat. Fingers were spread lightly and they grazed against the
smooth, velvet sheets. In all reality, it was a rough cotton and nothing that
fancy, but Dan adored it. Even the rug on the floor was much better than some
of the things he’s slept on.
 
He tapped the pillows and inhaled a warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla. It was
Joel’s musk, something that the sheriff wore religiously every day. The scent
sent Dan smiling wide with dreamily closed eyes. He couldn’t tell if this was a
type of sick affectionate feeling for his master just for being with them for
so long and basically no one else, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it.
 
“So nice,” he told himself, now flipping gently onto his back, digging his nose
deep into the sheets. It reeked the alluring smell of both Joel and Burnie,
heavy and comforting. He laid his head on the pillow, burying the flats of his
thighs into the mattress and rubbing up slightly. He felt like a true pet,
grinding against the sheets like this and breathing on all that was his
masters. His imagination wandered and landed immediately on Joel being there
beside him, fingers stroking through his hair encouragingly.
 
Yes, horny pup. Fuck the sheets as if they were me…
 
“Yes, I will,” Dan groaned, head feeling faded and dizzy. He stole some of
their liquor earlier and the effects were still lingering. A sense of quick
guilt laved over him, but with another true, meaningful thrust into the sheets,
it was forgotten. Another splash of the hot scent was breathed in and he gave a
small moan, rutting up against the bed and hoping that he wouldn’t get so
excited. “S-see how good I am? How hard I am already for you?”
 
He imagined the praises his masters would give him for being such a good pup
and it encouraged him even further. Fingers gripped tight onto the pillows and
he told himself that this would be a mess that he would have to clean up later,
but he didn’t mind. He was too enamored with how hot his body was becoming and
how sticky the thoughts were making him.
 
Keep going, I won’t mind if you wreck the bed. As long as you clean it up later
like the good pet you are.
 
Dan groaned roughly, nails digging in and his eyes screwing shut. He dreamed of
a hot, wet mouth to fuck his cock into and he treated the sheets as such.
Ripped and tattered pants shucked off, exposing his lower back and soon, his
cock popped out into the opened being surrounded immediately by the sheets. He
made an embarrassing wail, hands pulling up the sheets as if they were reigns
to drive a horse. He was already so excited and at the same time; he hated that
he loved it. He felt the pang of guilt, but he ignored it, finding a good pace.
He hoped that his own scent could be able to mix into the scents on the pillows
and sheets; he hoped that they’ll be able to recognize that he was there.
 
He gave small grunts with each thrust, feeling his cock bury deep into the
sheets, but he was careful not to leak or make a mess. He would probably have
to clean these sheets later anyway for his masters after their bout of
enjoyment, but not too soon. He didn’t want any suspicious talk of why he was
in here in the first place when he wasn’t allowed to be, and why the sheets
needed a cleaning so early.
 
The bed started to creak and groan with his movements now, and he could only
picture the sounds it would make if he ever got a chance to be alone with Joel
or Burnie. Nails would be raking over each other and moans would be filling the
air – all of theirs.
 
“Y-yes, yes, yes,” Dan chanted at the image, head planting on the bed and mouth
hanging open to allow cool air to fill his lungs. He was close and holding
back; every nerve was screaming at him to continue to his end while his mind
told him to stop. He tightened his fists around the sheets and held his place,
knowing that if he were to move anymore, it would send him over the edge. The
picture of Joel’s lips set flawlessly around his cock and ready to drink didn’t
ebb away, it only got stronger, coaxing him to go ahead. “N-no, can’t
actually…” he bit his lips, moaning with a tight throat and feeling his heart
jump at a noise.
 
It was a solid thud. Nothing harsh like a slam, but it was still there. “Dan?”
a voice called, the convict recognizing it as Burnie’s. With a harsh gasp, Dan
pulled away, clutching over his cock with his hand, but it was too late. He
felt the edge coming towards him and he was pushed over, orgasm rolling through
him in giant currents. He squealed both in disgrace and ecstasy and shuddered a
strong “no” as he came, his hand jerking up and down to help along jets that
spilled over onto the sheets.
 
The cream soaked in and he gritted his teeth, trying to hide it. It only made
the stain worse and panic settled in, his head turning back in a haste when he
heard the bedroom door opened. “Burns, I-I –”
 
“What are you doing in here?!” Burnie asked, his eyes raised in confusion. “You
know you aren’t allowed in here unless you’re cleaning!” His eyes examined
further and he could tell that around pooled sheets, Dan’s ass was exposed with
pants puddled around his thighs. A hot blush settled over him and he averted
his eyes with his arm. “W-what are you doing?”
 
“Nothing!” Dan shouted, almost angrily. He tried to bundle up the sheets into a
tight ball, heart racing and fingers fumbling messily. He knew he had been
caught and he was so scared that today would be the day that they lay a nasty
hand on him. “I-I didn’t mean it,” he admitted with a shaky voice. Adrenaline
rolled through him from the excitement and he was terrified that he would end
up fighting if he had to. He didn’t want his masters to be upset.
 
He looked back at Burnie, his lip bit harshly in guilt and his eyes were
praying that Burnie wouldn’t retaliate angrily, but to his relief and
amazement, the master didn’t. The older man’s eyes were wide in shock, and
there was a reddened blush that covered his entire face. He was left speechless
with only a couple of uttering, fragmented words before be finally swallowed.
 
“How long have you been doing this?” he asked slowly, his fingers gripping onto
the door.
 
“T-this is the first time. I just,” he trailed off and looked around him, face
still red with remorse. “I just got a little excited.”
 
“Over our sheets?”
 
Dan didn’t answer. He just hung his head in shame before looking up with guilty
eyes, and there was the silent gasp that Burnie made that made him know that he
realized what was happened. Dan pulled his pants back up and got back to his
feet, respectfully gathering up the sheets. Thankfully, nothing soaked through
to the mattress and he hoisted them over his shoulder. He looked up with
embarrassed and lidded eyes, asking permission to leave and clean the sheets.
 
Burnie said nothing more, and nodded.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
“Wait, wait, slow down,” Joel huffed when he finally shut the door. It was late
at night, coming up to the very early morning with waning, old moon overhead.
He just got home after having to deal with night watch over at Jack’s and as
soon as he came into the door, Burnie immediately told him that they needed to
talk. After a couple more sentences, Joel stopped listening only for the sake
of trying to grasp everything that Burnie had just said. “Dan? Wait, what did
you say he did?”
 
“H-he,” Burnie paused to make sure that he was gathering his thoughts
correctly. At the moment, Dan was sleeping in the next room and so he made sure
to keep his voice low just in case they were to wake the Brit. “I saw him in
our bed.”
 
“What?!” Joel didn’t yell, but it was just an edgy whisper. “Why was he in
there?”
 
Burnie hesitated and Joel noticed the sharper color that cherried his cheeks.
“Well, I caught him,” he trailed off, looking back into the room where Dan was
sleeping. He was thankful that the Brit wasn’t awake, still huddle against the
rug and so he continued. “Let’s just say he was giving our bed the proper
lovin’ it deserved.”
 
At first, Joel was confused, but then Burnie made a notion towards his own
groin and the older’s eyes went wide with surprise.
 
“Are you serious?”
 
“Afraid I am. He cleaned the sheets immediately, but I caught him with his
pants down and everything. I honestly thinking that he was in there because –”
 
“Because he was trying to make us lie in cum all night? Sick fucker,” Joel
snarled, finally being able to kick off his boots near the door. “I oughta put
him on watch instead, or at least have the bandits have his ass all to
themselves.”
 
“Well, that’s the thing, dear,” Burnie continued, grabbing a hold of Joel’s
hand before the sheriff could do anything else. “The way he looked at me, I
honestly think that he was thinking about us while doing it. He seemed more
shame-ridden that I caught him, not angry or annoyed. If he was doing it to
make us lie in his own filth, I’m sure he would’ve been more pissed off that I
saw him doing it rather than looking guilty.”
 
“So what are you saying, Burns?” Joel asked with a brow raised. The husband had
his eyes to the floor, feet shifting slowly in thought until picked his chin
back up.
 
“I’m saying that Dan thinks that he’s our pet, not our servant.”
 
“A pet?” Joel was slow with his speech, lips pursed tight at the thought of the
word. A flashing memory of their old pet crossed his mind, but suddenly it was
replaced by that Brit who raped his apprentice those months ago. Instantly, he
imagine the sight of Dan being on the bed, trying to breed the sheets like a
dog in heat, maybe even mark his territory for his masters to come home to and
see how needy he was all day without them made Joel shudder. “H-he could never
replace our Jacob.”
 
“Not replace, but think about it, Joel. I think he wants to be a pet, just look
for the signs. He’s gotten much better since he’s been with us; he’s
practically not the same man anymore. And pets have way more privileges plus
love and affection from owners and masters. I think he really wants to be one,
don’t you?”
 
“I-I don’t know. I’ll actually have to see,” Joel answered, beginning to strip
himself off his badge and hat. “Until then, he better not mess up the fucking
sheets again otherwise I’ll send him out like a dog.”
 
Burnie smiled. “So, you’re wanting him to be a pet as well, aren’t you?”
 
“Never said that,” Joel was quick to come back, flashing a glare at Burnie. The
husband was smiling and he felt his veins light on fire with irritation. “Don’t
look at me like that. Did you get off to his ass?”
 
“Not yet. Didn’t want to upset the wife, wanting her permission first.”
 
That earned Burnie a playful slap before they ended up in a caress and
stumbling to their bedroom.
 
 
                                      ~~~
                                        
                                        
It was another night that Ryan couldn’t go to sleep to. Despite the droning
chip of crickets and the occasional howling of any coyotes, he wasn’t able to
get a wink of rest. He leaned against the porch post with his shoulder planted
against the wood as he took slow, long drags of a thick cigar. The night was
warm and the stars were barely even out. It was dark, the New Moon not letting
any light come through to break to the Earth and so the only light that seen
was the cherry of the lit cigar.
 
He was hoping he would just doze on against the post, too lazy and tired to try
to and go back into house to climb into his bed, and his eyes were beginning to
close, cigar almost slipping from in between his fingers until he caught it.
 
“Another restless night?”
 
Ryan gave a shuddering gasp before he turned around to see his naked pet
standing there in the door way. There wasn’t any suave or seducing act on him
tonight. His voice was low and full of concern and with Ryan’s eyes adjusted,
he was able to see that Gavin had a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed
upward.
 
“Gavin, delightful pet, just go back to the mistress. He’ll wake too when he’ll
reach for you just to not find you there.”
 
“This is the third night, master,” Gavin continued, not even listening to the
man’s commands. “Perhaps tomorrow we’ll go into town to buy some lavender and
water mix.”
 
“It isn’t anything that will make me sleep easier and stop thinking about Ray.”
Ryan took another hit and blew it out before he stamped the cigar to the ground
with the heel of his boot. The pet made a sad noise moving closer to touch at
Ryan and almost retreating back when he felt how much the master flinched.
 
“Our pretty, little Ray is sleeping soundly. Plump, happy, well-kept. He’s
probably dreaming of the both of us, like you should be doing with him, too,”
Gavin informed, finally curling fingers to lock his hand into Ryan’s. The older
man hummed a short, sleepy tune before taking his hand away from his pet and
started digging in his pockets.
 
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep anymore without him at my side,” he
trailed off with slight yawn before finally finding the item that he was
searching for. It was slim and round and fit so small in his hand and so he was
careful to take it out, holding it perched between his index and thumb to try
to show the pet what it was.
 
Gavin was confused at first until he took delicate fingers and grazed them
slowly over the open palm of the master. He felt it too, a near violent jerk
coming through him when he figured out what it was.
 
“I-is that –” with dilated pupils looking up at Ryan for permission, he picked
the item up and held it tight as if it were priceless. It was a ring and even
if there was barely a hint of light to see, Gavin’s eyes could tell that it was
a beautiful silver with a jewel in the middle of it. He couldn’t tell what
kind, but it was cut professionally and that’s all he needed to know before he
placed the ring back into Ryan’s hand. “Where did you get that?”
 
“Back when we were after those bandits. I got to snag this at a near-by
jeweler. Told him about us and he was so touched by it that he sold it to me
half-priced,” he gave a smug, winning sneer at the pet’s gawking face. “Didn’t
want to tell you so quick because I knew you two would probably be drunk and
you’d be telling him everything about it.”
 
“Master!” Gavin gave a faint snicker, albeit slightly nervous. “You’d know I’d
never do that.” He looked at Ryan before leaning up for a brush of lips, both
weary and loving. “Is that why you can’t sleep?”
 
“I can feel it getting near. I can’t sleep because…” he trailed off, shoving
the valuable ring into his pocket and patted it for safekeeping. “I’ve just
been wanting to ask him immediately.”
 
“You romantic dog,” the pet laughed before hugging up to his master and kissing
him again, this time much longer.
 
Sleep overwhelmed Ryan and his eyes closed, losing himself almost instantly in
the kiss before forcing himself to open his eyes. He lost his balance, however,
and fell right into the pet’s hold. Gavin gave a mild grunt, trying to hold up
his master and he gave a titter. “Looks like we both could use some sleep.
Shall I join you master?”
 
“I’ll be fine,” Ryan yawned, picking himself up and beginning to lead bother of
them to the door. “Don’t want our mistress to be distressed if he were to wake
alone.”
 
Gavin gave a nod and they both went into the dark, quiet house. The inside was
very hot to where Ryan began to strip himself out of his clothing, putting them
in a small pile outside of his door. “Goodnight, tender pet. I’m glad I got to
show you my small surprise.”
 
“It will be soon, won’t it? You won’t wait forever, will you? I can barely
handle it anymore with that boy. I have to be a proper pet to him and soothe
him sometime.” Gavin gave a small hum before smiling wide. “I’ve been having
dreams of licking his lush hole until he falls asleep like an angel. You and I
giving him a nice filling for him and relaxing him. I won’t lie to you, master,
but I’ve been so tempted to slip inside of his wet, hot clutch whenever he has
one of those exciting dreams that he never tells us about.”
 
Ryan felt his heart give a jump when he thought of that image, himself. A
possessive growl came over him, but he was thankful that his pet was being
honest. Being able to hold the boy’s tiny frame while he rocks into him
effortlessly. Ray’s face loose and mellow, preparing to drift off into sleep
while he’s filled to the brim with a thick cock. He quickly tried to wave the
image away, not wanting to get too excited now that he’s finally feeling the
brink of sleep coming over him. He couldn’t wait to finally have the boy in his
lap, kissing him like a proper husband soon and giving him his seed to be plump
with kits.
 
My sweet, fertile mother…
 
“You slip inside first and it’ll be the last relief your cock ever gets.”
Although threatening, the pet still gave a small mewl that made Ryan smile.
“Very soon,” he finally answered, giving the pet a wink. “It won’t be long,
Gavin. Now get some rest.”
 
 
                                       *
                                        
                                        
“Pretty thing,” a voice rung deep through the boy’s ears and he cooed
comfortably. A light graze of fingers were over his skin, sending goosebumps
all through him. The hands were warm compared to his chilled skin and he sighed
when he felt a slight pull against him.
 
“Hello,” he greeted, turning over onto his back. Underneath him was a feathery
bed that he recognized to be the master’s with rugged yet strong posts to
support the worn frame. The mattress, itself, was like laying of a full,
conforming pillow, kissing every part of his body and holding him snug. With
the corner of his eyes he saw the source of where the fingers were from and he
turned his head slightly to actually see the man.
 
“Didn’t mean to disturb you,” the master said with a kind voice. “I was just
admiring you while you slept.”
 
“You could never disturb me,” Ray spoke truthfully, now turning completely over
until he was facing Ryan. He smiled warmly, curling close until their noses
touched and they ended up in a soothing, loving kiss. A slight brush of stubble
tickled his face, but he adored it so much. He was even beginning to grow his
own batch of facial hair that needed a trim so badly, yet he never wanted to
bring it up to the master afraid that he wouldn’t approve. When they parted,
they both gave a satisfying sigh, staring boldly into each other’s eyes and Ray
couldn’t help but lower his lashes out of bashfulness.
 
“You’re beautiful,” Ryan complimented, a finger perching under Ray’s chin to
perk him up so that he could see his eyes again. “My enchanting mistress,
gorgeous wife.”
 
“Stop it,” Ray giggled, stealing another peck against Ryan’s cheek. “You sound
like Gavin.”
 
“It’s only true,” the man said before his hand trailed down to grab a hold of
Ray’s hip. “Lush and curvy,” he chuckled.
 
Ray felt heat rising into his cheeks and he drew closer, completely unknowing
of what to do. “T-thank you,” was all he could afford.
 
“I mean it,” Ryan complimented further, palm now flat against the crest until
he continued to rub down with eager nails giving a heightened pull. When he
reached exposed skin, he gasped with a drunken grin. “You’re wearing that short
skirt of yours.” The laces of the hem tickled against his fingers and only
reached to about halfway of his thigh. Ryan was able to wrap his hand loose
around the mass of Ray’s exposed leg and he gave a small shudder. “They’re so
small, I could just,” he trailed off when his thumb popped inside, hoisting the
skirt until he saw a flash of pink, silk panties.
 
“Do you like them?” the boy asked with a bit of confidence, spreading out his
knees for the master to have a better view. His inner thighs were so creamy and
a flawless milky brown. Those curses panties were gorgeous with another bit of
lace surrounding the edges and tight around the perimeter of his legs. “I got
them with you in mind. Gavin thought they were stunning.” Ray’s cock was
beginning to liven up, pressing against the underwear to where it made a small,
faint tent, but from what Ryan’s eyes told him, it was very noticeable.
 
A nail bit into the warming flesh of Ray until Ryan actually got the courage to
try and massage the boy’s clothed cocklet. “And you expect me to be a
gentleman,” he laughed, finally tugging at Ray’s gown to pull him in for a
rough kiss. It was full of tongue and teeth and Ray’s amature movements made it
all the more messy but it made it all the more better. Tiny fingers gripped
onto the older man’s shirt until they were pulled away when he shifted
positions. “Tasty, eager dove. You’re just wanting me to ravish you, aren’t
you?”
 
Ray did a desperate nod, lip folding back to be bitten down as Ryan went above
him, knees digging down on each side of his legs and hands cupping his face to
pull him in for yet another kiss. “I’ve always wanted to know what you really
taste like...” he pondered with a whisper.
 
“Then why don’t you go ahead? It isn’t wrong for a gentleman to take what he
wants,” Ray said, his voice just as low as Ryan. His breath was quivering and
his heart was racing, but he didn’t lose his level of confidence. He wanted
this very badly, he could almost feel it already. Hands settled nearly
perfectly on his frame before the man slid down, lips lightly grazing over his
chest, stomach, and finally to his sensitive area.
 
There was a tiny flutter in his lower half that he prayed that Ryan didn’t
notice, but of course he did.
 
“Look at that. All excited and eager, your body’s even showing it,” he ended
his sentence with a murmur, fingers delicately flicking up until it folded
against his stomach, fully showing off that light pair of panties and finicky,
plump legs. The tent had grown to its full potential now, pressing harsh
against the fabric and Ryan gave a low, pleased rumble. “So cute and cher, so
delicate. I could just lay with you all day and lick you until you’d beg for me
to stop.”
 
Ray gasped from that phrase alone, another tingle coming through him; he gave a
muted noise when the result was just a dab of slick beginning to play at his
rim and a peak of arousal running against his underwear. He wanted to beg for
that, but he didn’t want to show how desperate he really was. Ryan began to
play with his clothed cock once again, rubbing it in small circles and pressing
hard enough to at least get a breathless woo from the boy. The boy began to
rock into his hand and the older man gave a wicked smile. “Trying to fuck my
hand, little one? You think you’re able to breed pups into my fingers?”
 
Ray clenched his own fists and whined, shaking his head a solid ‘no’ but
continuing to move. “I-I want –” he stopped himself when he felt the sensation
of his cock dripping with precum once again and he just ended with a loud moan.
 
“Quiet now, before the pet gets jealous,” Ryan growled, moving his knees until
he was off and at the foot of the bed, pulling Ray by the legs until he was
closer to his fast. The movement made the excited Lad squeal in delight,
folding his knees up and spreading them apart like butterfly wings. “Let’s see
what we have under here,” Ryan sang, his hands now beginning to grip like a
vice before fingers slipped underneath the thin laces of the panties. Ray made
a noise of slight protest, but it was too late and the fabric gave with ease,
pooling around his legs slightly until the man tossed them away as if they were
nothing.
 
“Ryan!” Ray shouted, knees trying to buckle in out of sudden shyness, but the
older man’s hands wouldn’t let him.
 
“My gracious –” Ryan gave a more than content whirr when he was able to finally
catch an eye of what the boy looked like. With firm hands, he pried the Lad’s
knees apart once again and, exposing a slick hole that shimmered and twitched
with pure want and a tasty, silky cocklet whose tip shined with a dab of
arousal. Rounded cheeks were pushed back easily when Ryan dipped his thumbs
inside to pull them apart and he gave a groan at the sight.
 
Ray raked his nails against the mattress, realizing now that there was no away
that he could take back what Ryan saw - his cute hole and cock completely
exposed for him to hungrily stare at. Ray felt hot and bothered, his whole body
and yet another wave of liquid heat had seeped out of his rim causing him to
give a delicious wail. “Am I pretty enough, sir?”
 
“What kind of question is that?” Ryan rasped, getting low on his knees, face
already so close to the skin. He placed peppered kisses all over the bottom of
Ray’s thighs, just over the crest of his ass. The smell of wet roses filled his
nose, a perfume that Ray always wore whenever he got the chance to snag some
from Lindsay. Finally, after a couple more butterfly kisses, there was a wet
tongue taking a quick swipe across his cleft and Ray felt as if someone had
punched him in a gut. A pool of warmth settled deep in his stomach and he bit
his lip to hold back anymore noises. He didn’t want to ask any more questions
to ruin the moment, but he can barely contain any noises at all when Ryan
begins to fully lick him, swirling his hole everywhere except for the places
that he needs it the most. His rim was left untouched and cock still so hard
and yearning for attention, but he waited patiently as the master was working
his skillful tongue. Finally after an interval, he came up for a slight bit of
air, breathing out a subdued, “You’re nothing less than sumptuous.”
 
The boy’s toes curled tightly and he no longer held himself back with his
noises. He finally moaned out Ryan’s name as he ran a shameful hand through his
cock, squeezing out the lush bead until he rolled thickly off of his tip.
“Sir!” he shouted, widening his thighs even more so to try and coax the master
to actually give his hole the relief it deserves. “Don’t send your mistress
begging like a horny dog. That right is only reserved for Gavin, isn’t it?”
 
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Ryan mused before finally dabbing the tip of his
tongue in the very center of the boy’s rim. Already, there was the pleasurable
feel of warm slick kissing his tongue. Ray whimpered at the teasing taste and
tightened his walls, hoping to be able to snag the feel for a longer amount of
time. Sadly, it was only a second before Ryan began to give pecking kisses to
his swelling sac, making him whine in loss. “I think I would love it if you
were on your knees, begging for my cock.”
 
Ray tried to think nothing of it and instead began to offer his hole again,
clenching around are to show off a tight, dark, and wet rim. He looked down
past his chest and ruffled up skirt to see Ryan continuing to mouth at his sac,
poking his tongue in sensitive places, especially to the very base of his
swollen cock. Ray still had a hand there, stroking slowly and whimpering when
Ryan dove back down again with lidded eyes to have another lick of his wet
hole.
 
It was slow and soft and made Ray’s entire body flutter with delight. He gave
his cock smooth strokes, groaning comfortably as he gotten use to the feeling
of having his rim licked. Fingers continued to pry apart his cheeks, giving a
burning stretch in the crease of his skin that would liven his flesh with a
bright shade of pink. He heard a deep noise from the older man, a sound that
was blissed and content in every way. It brought a blush to him.
 
“Don’t stop, please, just don’t stop,” he begged for the master to continue,
slamming his head back against the mattress as he sped up the movements on his
cock. There was the familiar jolt of his peak coming near. Nothing else was on
his mind except for everything that was his husband and there was nothing else
that he could feel except for burning buzz that rocked his entire body.
 
He was so close that he was shaking, eyes rolling back and his legs about to
give. His lips were trembling, threatening to give another shout of a moan
until he felt the jolt of hands running over him. He became confused, looking
down to no longer see Ryan between his legs, or even in the room with him.
 
“Ryan?”
 
“Ray,” answered a call, he was jolted again with another shake.
 
 
                                       *
                                        
                                        
“Ray,” Gavin called out kindly, hand shaking the Lad in a gentle manner in
order to get him up. “Ray, wake up! We overslept a bit.”
 
The Lad whined, pulling the covers tight over his head, stealing almost all of
them from the pet so that he could make a cocoon to hide in. Gavin gave a
slight rumble, planting a small and loving kiss on the top of the blanket that
covered Ray’s head. “Aw, dear, we’ll have plenty of time to sleep tonight. Ryan
is about to make breakfast, and he made your favorite.”
 
“Bacon and whiskey?” Ray joked with a small giggle. It was enough for Gavin to
start laughing, trying to peel off the covers of the Lad until his face was
finally revealed, bright and happy.
 
“Our beautiful boy,” Gavin cooed, leaning down for a cherished and loving kiss.
Ray took it gratefully, supping on lips and even threatening to slip his tongue
inside. He’s always wanted to know what it was like to kiss intimately like
that, but Gavin always warned him that Ray shouldn’t do it right now. The only
explanation was that the pet would somehow lose it and so he told Ray that
kisses like those were only reserved for intimate touches and sex.
 
Ray didn’t care, though. He still teasingly tried to swipe his tongue in
between the fold of Gavin’s lips and the pet had to snatch away, cooing
warningly and looking at Ray with lusty, lidded eyes. The boy laughed.
 
“Don’t do that to your pet, Ray,” Gavin muttered, poking his tongue slightly
out of his lips, longing to actually get that lick from the boy’s lush tongue.
“Don’t you know all I wanna do is lick the warmth right out of you in any way I
can?”
 
In his arms, he felt Ray jolt slightly and he had to grin from the boy’s
reaction. Ray had his knees buckled in, possibly trying to catch any heat that
would’ve seeped out. Gavin could tell that the boy was dreaming up something
very exciting from the way his cute nub was rising against the sheets. He
didn’t say a word about it, though; he didn’t want to embarrass or upset the
boy in anyway, but from the way the Ray whined, it sounded as if he wanted
attention. Gavin smiled as he leaned close into Ray’s ear, lips tickling over
the lobe before they whispered, “My gorgeous mistress. You know all I want to
do is wrap my lips around that cute cock and swallow you down…”
 
Ray’s whine turned into a squeal from the words and he had a hand to cover his
hardness. Gavin ran a couple of fingers over the covers that shrouded Ray’s
frame and he gave the boy’s ear a small kiss. “I’ll tell our master that you
just need a minute to get ready.”
 
“Thank you, my handsome pet,” Ray sniffled, trying to pull the covers even
tighter around him, but Gavin gave a soft coo to tell him that it wasn’t
needed.
 
“Don’t be ashamed, my love.” Gavin titled Ray’s chin to where their lips
connected with hot breath running over each other’s noses. Ray closed his eyes
and allowed himself to sink into the notion all while subtly giving his cock
some relief with his fingers. He didn’t want Gavin to know that he dream of him
and Ryan last night, but he was sure that the pet wouldn’t mind. One day, when
they were all together, he would tell Gavin about all of his dreams and
hopefully they would all be able to reenact them. That would be the day.
 
“I love you,” Ray whispered with a small breath when they parted. The pet
purred happily, leaving another quick peck on the boy’s lips before beginning
to slip away from the bed. He had a sheet covering his hardness as well, but it
was such a smooth transition that the Lad didn’t even notice and instead,
turned away in order to have some privacy.
 
“I love you even more so, Ray,” Gavin smiled. “Just make sure to wash up and
Ryan will have breakfast to fill your empty stomach when you come out.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Ray was licking his hand, acting like it was his pet or master while his other
fist was rocking up in his lap to relieve his aching cock. His muffled moans
were kept quiet by chomping down on his fingers, kissing them to pretend as if
it were his master to treat him like this. He tried to continue the dream,
picturing the sheets like a long veiled dress that fluttered thin and teasingly
around his legs and when he opened them, he blushed to see a couple of wet
spots that he made on the fabric.
 
A couple bit more; he was already so close and just thinking about Ryan being
the one to play with his cock like this. Gavin too, with his filthy words of
claiming that he can swallow him down in one gulp. He didn’t want to wait to
see if it were true, he wanted it now. He almost called Gavin in to show him
just what he was going through and how badly he needed the relief right then
and there, but he bit another finger to stop him.
 
His hand went faster, thumb beginning to massage over the sensitive dip just
underneath the leaking cockhead. His legs were flickering like in his dream and
he could feel the familiar surge of his orgasm drawing near.
 
He thought about Gavin and his talented lips suckling at his cock as if it were
a piece of rich candy, spoiling him even past his orgasm and drinking him down
without even the slightest of hitches. He drove him mad, and his cocklet
dripped with precum.
 
“My gorgeous mistress. You know all I want to do is wrap my lips around that
cute cock and swallow you down…”
 
Ray mewled when he remembered the words and the picture of his pet being able
to gulp him down still remained.
 
“G-Gavin,” he cooed in bliss, hand working faster on his cock. There were two
teasing fingers that moved past the gown to play at his hole. He could feel
some wetness beginning to form around the rim and he pictured himself being
soaked for his master and pet. To be able to be so wetfor them and satisfy them
both until they were both content and praising his name as they would fill him
with liquid warmth. He wanted it so badly that he worked himself over, gasping
as cum shot out in spurts. He blushed as he cursed, knowing that he would have
soiled the sheets, but it didn’t matter. He cooed in happiness, plopping back
down on the mattress with sticky hands and fingers.
 
He could feel slick kissing his finger tips and he swooned in delight, laying
in the thoughts of the boys giving him such worship.
 
“My delight?” he heard the master calling for him.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
The Lad was stirring water in the boiling pot. They had gotten some pasta from
the store in town. Ryan was sitting at the tablet, reading the paper and taking
out some of the WANTED posters that were in there. With a smirk, he would take
careful eyes and look up above the edges of the paper and look at Ray twirling
his hips in movement to the stirring and he would chuckle from time to time.
 
“What are you laughing at, dear?” Ray asked, looking back over his shoulder to
spot at Ryan. His legs were kicked up on the tablet, chair tilted back in
leisure before he finally pulled down the paper and laid it flat on the table.
 
“Gavin told me of how you had to wash the sheets with a bright blush on your
face,” Ryan tittered, raising an eyebrow. Ray gave a sharp, light gasp, trying
to focus back on the stirring before he grabbed the sack of pasta and dumped it
carefully into the water.
 
“What a tattle,” he couldn’t help but give a grin. “Always telling you
embarrassing things.”
 
“I think it’s adorable, my lovely dame,” Ryan whirred, finally putting the
chair down and his legs comfortably spread apart. Ray bit his lip and tried to
stir the hard pasta into the pot, not wanting to look at the master’s lap as a
comfortable or inviting. “Come ‘ere.”
 
“But the pasta will –”
 
“I love you, little Ray, but I must say that you talk certainly way too much,”
Ryan grinned with laughter in his voice. “Come here,” he stated again, this
time with a finger curling towards him for emphasis. The Lad finally gave in,
setting the spoon on the kitchen counter and obeying the man. He took long,
swaying strides, trying to hide another creeping smile or blush that would have
plagued his face. “My gorgeous love.”
 
“You’re a charmer,” Ray admitted, coming close enough for Ryan to touch him.
They met in a loving kiss, warm and lush until thick hands caressed against the
back of Ray’s waist. The boy squealed when he felt himself being hoisted up
onto strong and unwavering thighs, taking a proper, straddling seat in Ryan’s
lap. He was shaking from both excitement and nervousness, especially when the
cloth of the dress began to stretch against the span of his spread legs.
 
“You fit perfectly,” Ryan cooed and Ray hid his face from a bright blush that
was so heated, it made his eyes close.
 
“D-don’t make me make another mess, please,” Ray tried to joke but there was
also the hint of seriousness in his tone. He could feel his rim tremble with
delight and he swore that he was already feeling himself getting wet. A knowing
whirr from Ryan sent shivers down his spine and he gasped when his chin was
tilted with another kiss. There was a soft, sighing groan the latter had made
and when they shifted the Lad gasped when he felt a rising bulge trying to
press against his ass.
 
“Pardon me,” Ryan bit his lip back, nose rubbing up against the boy’s before he
continued, “Seems like if we went a shorter bit more, I’d be the one making a
mess.”
 
Ray was about to say something, but he was cut off when a furry chin teased
against his shoulders and he could feel another pair of hands wrapping around
his waist. “Hello, my mistress,” Gavin whispered, panting a kiss on his cheek.
Ray gave a whine, feeling his whole body get enlightened with jolts of energy.
Hard, budded nipples rubbed against the inside of his dress and his underwear
was now wet and getting uncomfortably slick.
 
“Our tasty mistress,” Ryan confirmed, giving Ray another kiss before his hand
slipped down from Ray’s touch and fetched into his pocket to grab the treasured
item. Ray had no idea what he was doing and was just mesmerized by his pet’s
constant stream of kisses. The master grinned with lidded eyes, heart giving a
jumping beat when he finally held the ring in between his index finger and this
thumb. He held it out in the air, waiting for Ray to look back and when the boy
did, he bit his lip.
 
Ray’s orbs went wide with shock, red lips slacking open as he stared at the
expensive piece of jewelry. Tiny fingers clasped over Ryan’s shoulders until
they lifted up shakily, coming close as if to touch the ring to see if it’s
real. Gavin only purred, nuzzling his face against the boy’s hair.
 
“Ryan, is that --?”
 
“Yes, it is, my dear dame – shall I say, wife?” Ryan took the ring with tricky
fingers, skillfully pushing it onto the boy’s third finger and smiling of how
well it fit snuggly. “Perfect fit,” he repeated the words, barely even moving
his lips. Ray’s hands turned hot in his when he held it out on display for all
of them to see. “My little Ray, will you marry me?”
 
Gavin held his breath and all was silent for a split second in the room,
although it felt like years. Ryan looked at the mistress in desperation and his
brows furrowed in concentration, hoping to hear the answer he wanted.
 
“Yes! Yes, you know I would!” Ray pursed his lips tight and Ryan saw a glitter
of tears that rolled fatly down the boy’s flawless cheeks. Ryan could feel
himself beam with delight and Gavin cheers, gripping tight onto the boy to pull
him in for a backwards hug.
 
It all felt surreal, but Ryan didn’t waste another second to snatch Ray from
the pet to pull him in for a deep and long kiss, trying so badly to contain his
excitement by holding back his tongue. There was a warm flow of wet tears that
touched his skin and Gavin was practically bouncing around the room in joy.

And soon, there was the smell of burning pasta in the air.
  
***** I Do. (Ray/Ryan/Gavin IV) and Dan II *****
Chapter Summary
     The knot finally gets tied and Gavin learns how to not hold onto a
     broken past.
Chapter Notes
     Yay, and it only took half a year! Thank you guys for your support
     and I appreciate everything you do! You are all awesome. I really
     hope you guys like this update. I worked so hard on it and I've been
     going through a time. Classes start on Monday so you can imagine my
     glee to have this done beforehand. I hope you enjoy it <3
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The wind blew across the land, picking up anything that was light enough to
carry. Sand brushed over like a blanket with the storm and hit the side of
houses at piercing speeds. People immediately took shelter, baring down their
doors for protection and closing their windows. The wind continued, howling so
loudly that Gavin was whimpering, pawing at the carpet before he laid down on
it. Cold, little toes tickled at his skin along the small of his back. There
were slow, dragging movements along his back and although his future Mistress’
skin was chilled, it was enough to soothe the distressed pet. Gavin wooed and
looked up to see Ray was knitting away at a scarf that he started some while
ago, but never finished.
 
The yarn was fluffy; the spool was tossed beside him and he was tempted to use
it as a pillow, but knew he shouldn’t since Ray was using it. Outside, sand
pelted against the walls. It sounded like bullets, and it made Gavin anxious..
 
Ray was confused of what was actually happening. He had never encountered a
sand storm before and as soon as he saw the skies being blanketed with orange
and white bits of sand, he was worried and just hoping that Ryan would make it
home okay. When Ryan came in, the wind made a frightening a roar and
practically splintered the wood of the door before the fiancée crawled in. Ray
looked up in surprised and threw away his yarn work on the side of the couch.
Gavin raised his head up from the groan and looked at the Master taking off his
wrap and his bandana. The sound of falling particles of sand rattled against
the floor as Ryan began to strip down from his protecting clothing and he shook
his hair of salt and sweat when he took of his cowboy hat and hung it on the
rack.
 
“Master,” Gavin said, appalled. He saw Ryan’s face, completely scratched up and
raw from the sand. His eyes were red and watery with puffy skin on his lids.
The pet immediately got up along with Ray, fetching some water from the sink
and soaking a rag. “Ray, please, go grab some lavender oil and some soap.
Master’s all cut up.”
 
“Gavin, please,” Ryan begged. Ray ran to him with opened arms, the spool of
yawn getting tangled at his feet. “Jesus, it seems like all Hell has broken
loose out there. Cold, basically freezing, and sand acting like bullets of
snow.”
 
“Is that what it felt like?” Ray asked, biting his lip. He was worried. He saw
trickles of blood beginning to act as tears and run down Ryan’s cheeks in small
streams. Ryan’s skin was pink and red, with thin strips of purple and blue. “It
looks so painful…”
 
“I’ll be fine. I was just worried about you two being inside and being safe
from the storm. It isn’t that common that there’s a sand storm, but when they
do come, there is absolutely no warning. I was scared that you two would be
caught in it.” Just as he spoke, Gavin came back with a hot cloth and some
soap. He pulled up a chair for the master to sit down in and rubbed the cloth
with the soap and gently began to rub it on Ryan’s face. The Master hissed with
pain as the soap stung his wounds, but tender fingers pressed against his
cheekbones.
 
“Do you think the wounds will last? I don’t want you to be in pain during the
ceremony.”
 
“Do you think that I would even care that these cuts are on my face while I’m
kissing my new bride?” Ryan smiled and raised his brows. As soon as he did, he
winced in pain and blood stained the cloth. Ray gave a small giggle, even if it
resonated with concern.
 
“Just don’t want you to be in pain while we’re trying to have our special
moment,” Ray whispered and started to mess with his dress out of anxiousness.
He twisted ribbons between his fingers, only imagining Ryan lying sick during
their honeymoon. All he wanted was to care and provide for him and make sure
that he healed fast efficiently. “I love you. Just want you better.”
 
“I’m fine, my butterfly,” Ryan insisted. He leaned back into the chair and
allowed Gavin to tend for him. “Edgar is pretty cut up too, but nothing too
bad. I’m just glad we got out of that storm.”
 
“I’m knitting you a scarf as we speak so that you won’t get hurt next time,”
Ray smiled. He ran his thumb along the Master’s cheek, smearing just a bit of
blood and wiping it away. Their eyes met, and Ray saw the crystal clear blue
that struck deep to his core. It was hard to believe that over a year ago, they
actually started to live together and only months ago, Ryan proposed to him.
His fingers trembled as they trailed down to grasp at Ryan’s hands. They held
each other and Ray drifted closer, crawling on the Master’s lap even though it
was wrong. He recalled the time when he had way too much to drink and he dared
to even climb into the same bed at Ryan as well as stripping himself down of
his clothes. He suddenly blushed heavily, feeling the shame once more until
Ryan picked up his chin with his finger.
 
“I would love that, my sweet. Make me a scarf and I will always wear it even
when it’s warm outside. Something to always remind me of you while I’m away, if
I am ever away for a long time,” Ryan whispered. His finger remained under
Ray’s chin, tickling soft yet rough skin. Stubble was growing back on Ray’s
face and it wouldn’t be long before Ray would want to shave again. Ryan didn’t
mind the facial hair on his fiancée’s cute face. In fact, he loved it. Even
with the furr of his pet coming in, Ryan adored all of the hair on his mates’
bodies. Gavin looked so rough and tough – a proper pet to protect his new
Mistress. Ray looked precious whenever he was looking in the mirror, rubbing
his face, self-conscious about the dark scruff that was coming in. “I wish I
could just make this go away,” Ray would say whimsically into the mirror, not
talking to anyone in particular. His fingers would dance all over his face like
pitter-pattering feet.  
 
“I love you,” Ryan finally spoke and leaned in for a kiss. The warmth of soft,
petaled lips made his chest feel light and his spine tingle. He felt the pet
trying to squirm between them and he chuckled. “Aw, jealous, Gavin?”
 
“I think ‘excited’ is the more correct word. Possibly on the verge of
‘concern’,” he hummed and gave the Master a quick kiss and nudged his head
against Ray’s. At first, Ryan had no idea what the pet was talking about until
he saw Gavin’s head hang low.
 
It was fragile. All of this was very delicate. There was word spreading back at
Roosterteeth that there was going to be a marriage. Lindsay made gossip with
her friends that were in town about the wedding and the word spread like
wildfire. There was nothing wrong with that, but Ryan was just worried. He
remembered all of those trashy men that talked down about him and his soon-to-
be Mistress. Since then, he’d been always carrying his pistol, making it a
habit to always have it on his person just in case it needed to be there. It
was to the point that Ryan thought it would just be better if everyone knew
about it rather than trying to keep it secret and have rumors spread.
 
“Don’t be a sorry Sally, pet,” Ryan begged and kissed Gavin’s nose. “Everything
will be fine. Now, why don’t we actually make some dinner. I don’t know if you
saw, but I tossed some duck to the side before you two flocked around me like
antsy wives.”
 
They both giggled and Ray sighed. He gave another look at Ryan’s face, placing
his palms on his cheeks to make sure that he was okay. There was a nervous
flick in his heart, but he ignored it and started to follow Gavin to grab the
duck and pluck its feathers.
 
Not much longer until the wedding.
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Geoff was finishing cleaning up glasses from the bar. He had a bucket of
lacquer on the counter and had Gavin and Michael wiping off of the wood as best
as they can. The wood was in need of a good polish and a finishing coat. Geoff
asked Ryan to stay behind and help him for a couple of dollars. Ryan helped
stack the chairs and brush off the barstools. He complained about Geoff getting
new ones since the leather in the current cushions had stains, scratches, stab
markings, and even burns from town pests.
 
Ray was sitting on one of the bar stools, slowly drying off shot glasses and
stacking them. Geoff would look at him from time to time, making sure that he
wasn’t day dreaming too much and being distracted from the growing noises of
the coyotes that were outside. However, he found himself staring a tad bit too
long, admiring that soft and frilly gown that the soon-to-be Mistress had on.
It was a lovely pink and looked like one that Geoff longed for his own pet to
wear. Although he loved Michael’s stockings, panties, and laces, he adored the
dream of dressing his pet up in his own dresses that were meant for high
classed women that lived up North. Ryan caught Geoff staring and smacked the
counter with a disgusted scowl on his face.
 
“If you must stare, at least pick your jaw up from the ground.  With those
opened chops, you might as well be a pet, yourself,” Ryan growled.
 
“For your information, Haywood, I was just looking at his gown. It’s nice.
Lindsay’s Place?” Geoff asked and dried the very last glass and set it up on
the rack. Ryan hummed almost boastfully.
“It is. Thank you. She’s also making Ray’s wedding gown,” Ryan spoke softly,
eyes wandering up to see if Ray was listening in on them. Michael and Gavin
finished up wiping off the counter and headed for the tables, exchanging words
with the Lad. “He’ll be beautiful. It seemed like this wedding was just a
distant fantasy…and now –”
 
“Jesus, Haywood,” Geoff blew air out, almost in shock. The realization of how
close it actually was to the wedding as well as the wedding actually happening
hit him hard. “And here I am, only remembering our days together.” The sentence
was more of a joke than anything, but Ryan muttered and scraped the rag harder
against the bar stool. “But, seriously, it’s really happening, Haywood. Maybe
one day, Michael and I can do the same.”
 
“Marrying pets?” Ryan questioned and quickly looked over at the other gang,
still making sure that he wasn’t too loud for them to hear. “Do you think you
can do that, Geoff?”
 
A flash of anger struck the bartender’s face quickly and he gritted his teeth.
He held himself back before he could emotionally react and cleared his throat.
“I can do as I please. You’re marrying a boy half your age, need I remind you?”
He grabbed the bucket of lacquer and stirred it slowly with the brush. “I want
a thin and even coat. If you fuck up my counter, I’ll fuck up that pet of yours
as well.”
 
Ryan flashed teeth, lips stretching to where the cuts on his face stung and
threatened to open up again. He tried to let the comment go. He didn’t feel
like starting a fight this late in the night and disturbing the townspeople. He
grabbed another brush from the countertop and dipped it in the lacquer. “Just
you wait,” Ryan muttered, not being able to help himself. 
 
They began to coat the wood in silence with only the small talk of the pets’
and Ray’s voices being heard. They were talking about plans. Michael wanted to
so desperately do the Lad’s hair and makeup for the big day, but Ryan already
knew that he would refuse. He wanted all of Ray’s wear, makeup, hair, and
everything taken care of by Lindsay. Gavin was talking about how excited he was
and how he was going to be the best pet to his new Mistress. That brought a
smile to Ryan’s face almost to where he was giggling. He was daydreaming,
picturing the day that he would be able to pick Ray up and carry him like the
bride that he was. He would kick open the door, the wedding gown threatening to
get caught in any knicks of the floorboards as it drug across the floor. Gavin
would be crawling right by his side, barely able to contain himself. Lips would
be locked tight, only ripping away for a quick breath of air not anything more.
The scene was surreal and held everything that Ryan could ever want.
 
The image was interrupted when Geoff purposely bumped against the tablet to
make Ryan snap into reality again. He looked over at the bartender who looked
at him, as if he was awaiting an answer.
 
“Did you say something?” Ryan asked.
 
“God, you are the rudest motherfucker. How do you think you’re going to deal
with Ray’s questions if you can’t even listen up for mine?” Geoff rolled his
eyes and Ryan clenched the rag tighter in spite. “I asked where is the wedding
going to be held?”
 
“I’ve decided to do a traditional church ceremony. I’m sure Pastor Hullum
wouldn’t mind to preach for us. Didn’t he do the same for Burns and Heyman?”
 
Geoff nodded and gave a coy smile. “We’re invited, right?”
 
“No,” Ryan sneered jokingly.
 
On the other side of the room, Ray was looking down at his shoes while the pets
gathered around him. They gossiped about the recent things that have happened:
Ryan getting caught in the sandstorm, Lindsay’s Place getting more and more
people, Michael longing for a dress just like Ray’s. Ray set down one of the
last of the shot glasses and placed his hands in his lap. He was deep in
thought and listening to both Gavin and Michael. He continued to think about
the big day and it only made his heart race more. What if something went wrong?
Would things change between Ryan and him? Even Gavin? He wanted to be the best
Mistress he could be, but he didn’t even know where to start.
 
“Ray?” Gavin asked, quaintly. “Is everything okay? You look down, love.” He
placed a hand on Ray’s shoulders and smoothed out the ruffles of his thin
sleeves. He could see just how anxious his Master’s fiancée was and it was
making him nervous, himself. He never seen Ray act this way and he rubs his
hand soothingly against Ray. “Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
 
“I know,” Ray said quietly. He leaned into Gavin’s touch and gave a small
noise. The pets purred and leaned against the soon-to-be Mistress. Michael
thumbed through Ray’s hair and smiled at just how long it was getting. It was
almost to his shoulders and it curled slightly upward. His raven hair shined
even in the lowest light and Michael was dying to style it, himself. Wet curls
being table to swirl and shimmer, sparkling like stars in the night with a veil
to cover his gorgeous, soft face. An innocent smile would play his kissable
lips.
 
“I know the perfect color for those lips,” Michael teased and drug his finger
across the soft skin. “A nice Percy red with a hint of shimmer. Or maybe a
pretty pearl pink. I bet your future groom  would fall head over heels.”
 
“I think you’re mistaking him for me,” Gavin purred and twirled his fingers
against a thick lock of Ray’s hair. “You’ll have to excuse me if I gawk at you.
I hope that Master will let me accompany the both of you on the aisle.”
 
“Why wouldn’t he?” Michael asked with a small chirp. “Ray will be, in fact,
your Mistress. One that you will protect as a loyal pet should. I’m sure he’ll
let you walk down the aisle with Ray.”
 
Gavin purred and wrapped his arms around Ray and pulled him close. He laid a
secret, hidden kiss into the brush of Ray’s scalp and purred tenderly. He felt
the course hairs on Ray’s hand stand on ends against tense skin. The pet cooed
comfortingly and even took the Lad’s hand.
 
“You aren’t scared, are you?” Gavin asked. There was a pang of worry in his
heart and it could barely even stand the time that it took Ray to answer.
 
“No,” Ray muttered. There was no life in his voice. “I apologize, please. There
is a lot on my mind right now.”
 
“I understand,” the British pet said, defeated. He hung his hand and Michael
placed a hand on his shoulder, biting his lip back from the tension that he
could feel in the air. He nodded at Gavin in short intervals and took up the
rag from the table.
 
“Come on, boi. We need to get the windows. We’re so close to being done.”
 
Gavin pursed his lips together and turn back to look at Ray staring into a shot
glass, as if to be deep in thought or to be so distracted that he couldn’t
think straight. The older pet nipped at his ear and tugged at his hand, turning
Gavin around so that they could continue cleaning.
 
“Don’t worry about him. He’s still just a boy, you now? And this is a big step
for not only you two, but for him, as well,” Michael tried to explain. Gavin
wanted to object, but he held his tongue and dipped the rag into the water to
start cleaning the windows. He purposely nudged against Michael, feeling the
heat of what seemed like rejection welding up in his cheeks. He wanted to be
held. He wanted to kiss and cuddle and feel warmth until he felt better. Purple
and scarlet lipstick was smeared against Michael’s cheek, a result of the pet
wiping his mouth and forgetting that the makeup was there. Mascara ran, but not
too much, and added that extra dramatic depth to the pet’s eyes that made Gavin
swoon.
 
“Forgive me, Michael. I’m distracted. I just don’t understand,” Gavin sighed.
“For almost two years, we’ve been waiting for this moment and…he doesn’t even
act like –”
 
Michael shoved the rag back into the bucket until water sloshed out and
splashed loudly on the floor. Gavin heard a bark from Geoff and Michael just
waved it off with a roll of his eyes. “Gavin,” Michael said sternly. “The worse
you can do is drag a waiting lady by her wrist.” The way his eyes looked at the
other pet made Gavin shut his mouth, zipping his lips tight. “He’s nervous,
just like you are. Right?”
 
“You’re right,” Gavin admitted and hung his head in embarrassment. “I’m
anticipating. That night, when the marriage is done and we are finally
together, I’d curl around him and hold him all night long. I want to be able to
lick him to sleep and massage his tender cheeks like I’ve been achingto do.
He’s been such a delightful Lad…and Michael, it’s difficult.”
 
“I know it is,” the other pet admitted. He flicked his hair back and sighed
softly as he rung the rag out of water. “All the more reason to go at his pace.
When it’s time for the marriage, I’m sure he’ll be that smiling boy you know.”
 
Gavin nodded once again and returned to washing.
 
Geoff insisted on the three of them staying. As much as Ryan didn’t want to, it
was late with the moon full in the sky. Coyotes were swarming the area and
Geoff barred down the door until morning.
 
“I refuse to let you carry both your naked pet and your loving fiancée out in
the cold like that. Edgar will be fine until morning. I also got vacant rooms
for you to sleep in,” Geoff set up the very last glass back on the bar and
stretched. Michael mewled softly and took Gavin’s hand to lead him up the
stairs towards the small apartments. There was currently no one staying in any
of them since no one likes to travel in the cold. Sometimes during the Spring
and Summer times, though, there would be no vacancies.
 
Ryan finally gave and wrapped his arm around Ray, guiding him up the stairs as
well. “You’ll sleep with Gavin tonight, like normal. I’ll sleep in a room by
myself.”
 
“Yes, sir,” Ray said softly. He couldn’t help but think about the night when
they would all sleep together for once. He was so excited, he felt queasy. It
wasn’t that marriage scared him, but it was just a grand big step. Memories of
how he was just a little orphan boy living in a shack flooded his mind.
 
Oh, how far he came.
 
Fingers brushed against his shoulder and he looked up at Ray with big, bright
orbs. Ryan stopped in the middle of the stairs and thumbed against Ray’s skin
harder. There was a nervous jitter in his movements and Ray bit his lip when
Ryan took a deep breath.
 
“Ray, I don’t know if I tell you this enough…but I love you. I long for you,
dearly.”
 
Ray swallowed, feeling relief wash over him and a weight lifting from his
chest.
 
“I love you too, my Ryan.” He looked down and started to fidget with his
thumbs. “I left something downstairs,” he said. “Can you stay here while I go
get it?”
 
Ryan gave a puzzled look, but he nodded. He propped himself up against the
railing and waited as Ray ran downstairs into the darkness. There was a couple
seconds of silence before Ryan heard the pitter patter of feet coming back
towards him and back up the stairs. He saw Ray holding something behind his
back and he snickered.
 
“Okay, I’ll bite. What do you have behind your back?”
 
Ray gave a smug face and pulled out the item, holding it as if it were a
precious gem. Ryan laughed, immediately recognizing what it was and he took it
from Ray.
 
“You made me the scarf,” he said happily and unfolded it. The knit work was so
smooth and the craft seemed to be made by a professional. “God, I love it, Ray.
Thank you.”
 
“Are you going to wear it every day like you said, my groom?” His tone was
buoyant and it matched the expression on his face. He batted his eyelashed and
looked at Ryan to convince him, but the older just laughed.
 
“Every day, except on the wedding day, my candy apple,” Ryan promised and
kissed the top of Ray’s forehead.
 
“Deal.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
Joel fed Dan a slice of pork and the pup chewed noisily. Burnie returned from
washing up and kissed Joel on the cheek. “Dear,” he greeted and sat down in the
chair. Dan panted lightly, immediately crawling towards Burnie and leaning into
his touch. He panted softly, looking up at the Master with wanting eyes. Burnie
just smiled lovingly at him and ruffled his hair. He muttered a praise to the
pet and leaned back into the chair. Joel returned from the sink and gave Burnie
his dinner along with pouring him a glass of bourbon. “Thank you so much,
love.”
 
“You’re welcome,” Joel grinned. “How was your day today?”
 
“It was alright. Been hearing the word about Haywood’s upcoming marriage. It’s
the talk of the town,” Burnie answered and immediately downed his drink. He
hissed silently and chased it with a slice of pork. “As soon as I began to
survey, I heard about it. Have you?”
 
“I’ve been listening around,” Joel answered, also taking a seat. Dan twirled
himself around his legs, laying down and purring softly. Joel rubbed cold toes
against Dan’s hair and gave a small smile. “I’m wondering if we could go.”
 
“You’re interested in that?” Burnie asked with a mouthful of potatoes. “Why? Do
you even know when it is?”
 
“Sometime in the Spring. Sometime in April when the Elizabethan flowers are
blooming with their beautiful pink petals,” Joel smiled. He felt romantic. It
reminded him of when he and Burnie got married and how he felt on that very
day. The marriage that they had wasn’t all too conservative. Joel didn’t even
have a dress. They both got married in their denim pants, leather vests, and
gold stars pinned to their shirts. Matthew was so kind to marry them, but that
was around the time where Joel and Burnie were both terrified to come out and
let people know that they were in love.
 
Joel always envied those who had that leisure of not being afraid. Because they
were, he never had a beautiful wedding gown. He told his husband that one day,
they would renew their vows and he would dress to the nines for him with
sparkles and frills and a dazzling hair style. The rooks and posse would never
look at him the same way again, but he didn’t care.
 
“So, can we go?”
 
Burnie smiled and laid back until the chair was propping on the back legs. Dan
whined in curiosity and leaned against the mayor’s leg. “Of course. We’ll bring
the pet, too. It would be nice for him to go out and catch some loving
commitments.”
 
 
                                    ~*~*~*~
                                        
                                        
There was the threatening swirl of clouds that blanketed the sky. The sun tried
to shine through, but it only made the sky glow and radiate with silver. The
promise of rain was high and it only stressed Lindsay out as he got out the
mirror and make up. There was an assortment of her hair products including some
specially made gel that she crafted, herself, oils, soap, curlers, tacky spray,
and others that Ray couldn’t make out. He sat in the chair shaking like a fig
leaf. His fingers were jittery and he was close to biting his lip.
 
The marriage was only in a few hours.
 
“My dear,” Lindsay said with a posh accent. She twirled around with an
applicator brush, dusting it in the air and sending dust of powered foundation
sprinkling down. The silly and dainty movements that she made allowed Ray to
relax and giggle before he stood behind him and got the mirror ready in front
of him. She had a very small lamp that allowed for a bit of light and it hurt
Ray’s eyes slightly. “Are you okay? Aren’t you excited?”
 
“Lindsay, I don’t even know how to put it into words of how…elated I am,” Ray
said with a grin. For the past few weeks and even months before this day, he
could barely even find the right words. He was so anxious about it – not in a
terrible way, but he wanted to get this done so that he could finally have
peace when living in fiancée’s house. At first, not being able to sleep with
Ryan wasn’t that big of a deal, but recently, Ray felt the emptiness. He
couldn’t be held, couldn’t be treated in such a manner as a husband treats his
wife, Gavin couldn’t even caress him without feeling so guilty and dirty and it
drove Ray mad. “I’ve been ready for a while, but now since it’s finally
theday…”
 
Lindsay bit her lip and inhaled sharply, a worried sound that made Ray’s
fingers grow cold. “Ray, please tell me you aren’t getting cold feet.”
 
“No!” Ray exclaimed, louder than he probably should have. He felt almost
insulted that Lindsay would even bring that up or put that in her mind. Ray
wanted nothing more than to betrothed to Ryan and finally have not only him as
his husband, but Gavin as the loyal and loving pet that he’s always adored and
wanted. “Never! Please, Lindsay…I’m nearly seventeen and I’m just nervous,
okay?”
 
“I understand,” Lindsay nodded with a smile. She encouraged Ray to lean against
his seat and brush his long hair over the back. “Such beautiful, thick hair.
You’re going to have to too me how to take care of mine.”
 
“Flatterer,” Ray blushed and closed his eyes. He felt the tickle of thick
lashes against his cheek bones and he sighed happily. He was imagining the
ceremony and how it would go. It was a marriage that Ryan agreed that could be
opened to the public and opened to anyone who heard about it. That made Ray
extremely nervous, but they both agreed that there should be no secrets about
their new life together. There would be no shame. Ryan was currently getting
ready, as well. He bought a beautiful, clean-cut suit that Ray only saw while
it was hanging up against the wall one day. Ray didn’t know if Ryan was with
Geoff or if he was just getting ready alone. Gavin and Michael were both going
to walk him down the aisle after picking him up from Lindsay’s Place. Ray
couldn’t wait to see what kind of makeover that Lindsay would give him. It was
just like the past when he would stand in the mirror and just pick over his
image, wanting to have a scant bit of eyeliner and blush and especially some
dark, deep red lipstick for his lips.

And now, he would get it.
 
“I’m going to do your hair first,” Lindsay remarked. “Maybe trim up a few loose
ends, curl it up, and let it shine.”
 
Ray nodded, allowing Lindsay to do anything she wanted. He knew he would look
amazing. In the corner of his eye, he saw it. The most beautiful, white wedding
gown in all the land. It had a nice, silky train with a thin veil that
glittered in the light. It looked such his size. The sides of the dress slimmed
inward, being able to show off his lovely, luscious curves.
 
 
                                      --
                                        
                                        
Ryan rubbed his hand across his face. He made sure that there was no scrap or
smudge of dirt on his face. He rubbed his hair back, slicked with shiny oil
that gleemed in the light. He continued to look into the mirror and scrubbed
his hand across his face. Never before had he felt so vain. He tried to make
sure there wasn’t a speck of dust on him and not a hair out of place. He
noticed just how brightly he blue eyes radiated against the light and he pursed
his lips. There was the soft music on the phonograph– a slow, loving song that
seemed perfect for this day. He tried to hum with it, continuing to mess with
his suit and pants until he heard a knock on the door that almost startled him.
 
“Who is it?”
 
“Master, it’s me,” Gavin said behind the door. “May I come in?”
 
“Of course,” Ryan granted and straightened his tie. The door opened and in
walked Gavin. Ryan was caught by surprise. His eyes shot opened and he gasped
when he looked into the mirror and saw Gavin closing the door behind him.
 
His beloved pet was all tidy and groomed up. His facial hair was trimmed neatly
and his hair was parted perfectly along with his locks now being short to where
they didn’t even brush up against his face. Not only was he groomed, but Gavin
was dressed. He was dressed in a suit, as well, with a black die, a white dress
shirt all tucked in, expensive trousers, and dress shoes that clicked and
clacked with each step he made. Ryan was shocked and he turned around urgently
to see if that actually was his Gavin.
 
“Pet…”
 
“How do I look, Master?” Gavin grinned and fanned out his arms at his sides,
presenting himself. “I clean up well, yeah? Geoff helped me along with Michael.
This is Geoff’s old suit and it fits like a glove,” he dusted himself off and
he purred. Ryan couldn’t help but give a smirk, even if he wasn’t used to this.
The patches of dark furr and his sweet skin was all hidden from Ryan’s eyes.
 
“I love it,” Ryan admitted and chuckled. “You look stunning, perfect for our
beautiful blushing bride.” He hummed and walked closer to Gavin, feeling his
skin quiver with each step that he took closer. His pet truly looked amazing to
where he was almost at a loss of words.
 
If this is how he felt about his pet, then how would he feel about his bride?
 
“Master,” Gavin cooed and leaned up for a kiss. Ryan gave it to him, tilting
his head instantly and swiping a wet tongue across Gavin’s lips. The pet
whimpered, falling into Ryan’s touch until he had his full weight against him.
Ryan trailed his fingers up, reaching for Gavin’s neck and unburied the collar
that was hiding in the folds of Gavin’s shirt. He smiled and closed his eyes,
pulling at it softly.
 
Pet.
 
They continued to kiss until Ryan pulled away, sighing heavily and let go of
the Brit. “My loyal Gavin…” he cleared his throat and pulled at the collar of
his shirt. It felt as if it were choking him. “God, I can’t believe it’s
actually happening. It feels like a dream.”
 
“It is a dream come true,” Gavin assured with the nod of his head. He looked up
at Ryan and smiled widely, eyes wet with upcoming tears of joy. “I get to walk
our beautiful Mistress down the aisle and into your arms.”
 
“Our arms,” Ryan corrected and gave a quick kiss on Gavin’s nose. “At night, we
get to lie in each other’s bed and hold each other close – keep each other
warm.”
 
“I can finally lick him to sleep,” Gavin whispered whimsically. The Master
smiled, giggling to himself and letting his imagination get the best of him. “I
bet he taste like ripe peaches.”
 
“Stop it, Gavin. Don’t use words like that before the ceremony,” Ryan laughed
and finally walked away from Gavin, returning to the mirror. “You’ll have me
pushing Hullum to hurry up so we can come home and finally make use of our
time.” His eyes quickly glanced at the clock on the wall to see that there was
only half an hour before the wedding and Ryan felt a leap in his heart. Images
of what Ray looked like flashed across his mind and it only made him more
anxious. There was actually a bolt of jealousy that stung at him when he
realized that Gavin would see Ray in his beautiful dress first, but he brushed
it off quickly. “I suppose that I will go to the church…I’ll have to be careful
to not get dust on my shoes. You as well, pet.”
 
“Of course, Master,” Gavin promised and smiled. He blew Ryan farewell kiss and
wiggled his way out the door. He was giddy and practically dancing past Michael
who was touching up.
 
“Boi,” Michael smiled. “You picking up the bride?”
 
“My Mistress, boi,” Gavin answered and bit his lip. He laid a soft kiss on the
other pet’s smooth cheek. “I’m so ready.”
 
“You look and sound like it,” Michael grinned and pulled Gavin in for a hug.
“Go get ‘im. I’ll be on the sidelines with the flowers and crying.”
 
They both laughed and waved each other a goodbye before Gavin headed towards
“Lindsay’s place.”
 
 
                                       ~
                                        
                                        
“Lindsay?” Gavin asked and knocked on the door. At first, there was no real
answer except for some giggling. The pet smiled and soon, the door opened with
Lindsay purposely blocking the way. She so moved with Gavin, making sure that
he wouldn’t be able to see Ray.
 
“Yes?” she sang.
 
“I’m here to pick up my Mistress,” Gavin answered and tried to peer over her
shoulder to get a peek, but she wouldn’t let him. He fussed as she laughed; it
almost mocked him.
 
“Are you sure you’re ready to see him? Especially carrying him out like he is
now? He’s gonna break some hearts.”
 
“It’ll break my heart if I don’t get to do it, miss!” Gavin nearly barked, but
it was all playful. He smiled and finally shoved Lindsay out of the doorway,
making sure it wasn’t too harsh. She laughed and tried to grab at his suit, but
he was too quick. “Ray!” Gavin called out. “Miss’s!”
 
“Gavin?” Ray smiled and looked towards the Brit. Their eyes locked and Gavin’s
jaw dropped to the floor.
 
“My…” he spoke slowly, staring so much to where he was self-conscious and
thinking that he was rude. Ray only giggled, giving a perfect, white grin
between ruby red petals. His face was vibrant, radiating with blush. His hair
was still the shiny raven color that he always had, but now it was scrunched up
into wicked and bouncy curls that sat on his shoulders. Some eyeshadow and a
bit of eyeliner made Ray’s beautiful brown eyes have so much depth and life to
them.
 
Ray looked like a fairy – a mystical fairy that could grant Gavin his every
wish, as if he hadn’t already.
 
“Ray,” Gavin said, realizing that he was rude and not even addressing his
Mistress properly. “My Mistress, you look…”
 
“Amazing?” Ray asked in a hopeful voice. He wanted to be everything that Ryan
and Gavin dreamed of for their wedding. In his own opinion, he looked
absolutely gorgeous like one of those actresses out further west or one of
those performers that you hear on the records who looked just as pretty as they
sounded.
 
“Ravenous,” Gavin couldn’t hold back a growl that rumbled deep. He curled his
lips into a smile and covered his mouth in surprise that he let himself say
that. Ray bit back the lush of his lip, fingers with painted nails curling back
and gripping his dress. He felt his knees shake with excitement and echoed that
word in his head.
 
“T-thank you,” Ray spoke innocently and got up. His heels clicked against the
floor and he wobbled slightly. He would have toppled over if it weren’t for
Gavin taking a hold of his arm. He held Ray close and his nose brushed against
the curly locks of Ray’s hair. His hair smelled of strawberries and a hint of
warm vanilla.
 
“You’re too pretty for vocabulary, my darling,” Gavin murmured. He gave a
secret kiss right on the top of Ray’s head, careful to not mess any of
Lindsay’s work up. “I wish I could just indulge right now, but…”
 
“Marriage,” Ray answered and grinned. His cheeks turned an even brighter pink
and he fanned himself from the heat that was rising. “It will start soon and we
have been waiting for this for so long, my pet.”
 
“Call me that again?” Gavin asked in a longing voice pressed his lips against
Ray’s head once again. “My Mistress, I desire you. Forgive me.”
 
“You’re forgiven,” Ray stated with a giggle. He looked over Gavin and smiled
warmly as he danced his fingers all over the Brit’s collar. “Now, let’s not be
late to our own ceremony and let Ryan think I’m leaving him at the alter.”
 
Lindsay snickered and opened the door. “You two are fucking adorable. Wait up
for me. You know I’m not going to miss this marriage.”
 
 
                                      ~*~
                                        
                                        
Ray felt faint. His gate was jittery and messy as he walked down the aisle. His
ankles gave from weakness and he almost fell, but didn’t with the help of
Gavin’s support. There were so many people here, more than Ray could count and
he clenched the bouquet in his hands as tightly as he could. He recognized a
handful such as Burnie and Joel with an unknown man beside them both, Geoff and
Michael, Jack and his new wife, and of course Pastor Hullum. He tried so hard
to just focus on Ryan past the veil in front of his face. There was an organ
playing a song that sounded like a peaceful hymn, but he didn’t know it. He
moved his feet to the beat of the music, holding onto Gavin as if he were his
own support.
 
Gavin felt tense against him as if his muscles were locked in place.
 
Be strong, my darling pet. We’re almost there.
 
Ray stood beside Ryan and held his breath as Gavin let him go and went to where
Michael was standing. Pastor Hullum told the crowd that they were to be seated
as he opened up the Holy Bible and flipped through some pages. Ray couldn’t pay
attention. His mind was racing and he held the bundle of flowers tighter in his
fists. He wished he could hold Ryan’s hand or lean into him for comfort.
 
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate not the coming of two
people, but the birth of new life as these two merge together to form one,”
Hullum started, dragging his fingers over the thin pieces of paper of the
Bible. Ray’s mind continued to wander and he tried not to look around to see
who all was here. In his peripheral vision, he could see Michael and Gavin
close together side by side giving him smiles of reassurance.  “First
Corinthians 13: 4-7 states ‘Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity
envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave
itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no
evil…” The Lad tried to listen as much as he could, but before he knew it, he
heard a change of voice. He turned his head and saw that Ryan was talking
instead of Hullum now.
 
“I wrote my own vows,” Ryan began and took a hold of Ray’s shoulder. It was a
kind touch and Ray tempted himself to fall into it. All he wanted was to lay
down with Ryan and allow himself to be held and kissed without a care in the
world. Ryan smiled at him and he returned the gesture. “My splendid bride, I
love you. You mean everything to me and without you, neither I nor my beloved
pet would not be whole,” his voice began to shake and he gulped heavily. “My
little Ray, my sweet and loving bride, I would go through any depths if it
meant that I would be with you. You have made me and my pet the happiest men in
the entire world. As long as I’m alive, nothing will separate us. Not famine,
doubt, poverty, or even disagreements would be strong enough to take you away
from me. I vow to love you, trust you, respect you, and honor you. Together
with you and my pet, I will enjoy all of what life has to give us, including
the trails and tribulation from this day forward and all the days of our lives.
”
 
Ray felt the sting of tears clouding his eyes and he gritted his teeth. Ryan’s
hands slid down to where they met Ray’s and their fingers locked together
tightly. Ray held his breath again, praying that he wasn’t going to pass out.
He didn’t dare try to speak in fear that he would sob out. He held a smile and
tried to contain his tears.
 
“I love you, Ray,” Ryan continued. “Unconditionally. I would die for you. As
your husband, I will provide for you and cherish you until I draw my last
breath. Together, I want us to begin a new life full of fruit and spirit in a
loving, honest house. I want you to be my bride and my pet’s Mistress and we
will care for you until the ends of the Earth,” Ryan finally finished and
pursed his lips tight.
 
The crowd made a pleased noise and Ray stifled a sniffle. A tear finally
trailed from his eye and down his cheek. He looked down, still holding the
smile until he mustered up the strength squeak out an “I love you, too, Ryan.”
 
There was already clapping and whistling from the crowd and Ray felt his chest
grow light. He lifted his head to see Ryan staring at him. His eyes were
gentle, full of affection and encouragement. Ray loved it all.
 
“Ray?” the pastor asked. Ray looked at him in silence, waiting for Hullum to
continue to speak. “Do you promise to James that from this day on until the
ends of time that you will love him, comfort him, honor him, be loyal to him in
both times of joy and pain? Do you vow to share all of the love and compassion
you have for him and his Gavin as long as you live? Do you yearn to have a
house of peace and happiness as you three share your lives together, united as
one?”
 
“I-I do.” Ray’s voice seemed to shatter to millions of pieces, but he meant it
all. He was crying. Tears of bliss filled his eyes and streamed down his face.
He clenched Ryan’s hands as tight as he could and never wanted to let go. He
wanted Gavin to be right by their sides in his moment, but he knew as soon as
they got home they would have all the time in the world.
 
“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. May your life be filled with
wonders of matrimony and filled with life’s gold. You may now kiss the bride,”
Matt said and closed the Bible.
 
Ray sniffled as Ryan lifted up the veil and tossed it over his head to reveal
his face. Applause filled the church and it was deafening to hear. Ray took a
deep breath and allowed Ryan to pull him in for a full kiss. Their lips slotted
together perfectly. Ray threw his arms around Ryan’s neck and hugged him tight.
When they parted, Ray felt kisses on his cheek that were wet and sloppy and he
laughed.
 
“Gavin!” he cheered and kissed the pet as well. Gavin pulled Ray closer,
fingers running through the curls of his hair. Ray still heard the crowd
clapping and giving their bouts of approval. Michael also came towards the
newlyweds and gave Ray a huge hug while Geoff playfully nudged Ryan’s shoulder.
 
“You did it, bitch. You actually did it,” he sneered and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you dare fuck this up, you hear?” He raised a suspicious finger at Ryan
and waved it.
 
“Don’t get so upset,” Ryan fired back. “You’re a lunatic if you ever think that
I would dare hurt my bride.” His voice lowered into a growl. “And it insults me
that you would ever think such a thing.”
 
“Get over yourself,” Geoff rolled his eyes.
 
In the crowd, Joel and Burnie started to leave. They were both happy, so proud
of the two actually getting married and proud of Ray for taking a huge step
into his life. They were talking about it as they started to leave the church,
but the third stayed behind. He continued to stare at the alter where the
newlyweds were along with Gavin and Michael. He felt his heart rise into his
throat, but he gulped it down and slowly made his way towards them. He wanted
to speak or call out their names, but he couldn’t find his voice. He just
continued to stare at them with his hands in his pockets.
 
He, too, was dressed very nicely for this occasion. He knew there was going to
be a wedding, but his Masters never specified who was actually getting married.
He felt so embarrassed that he was red in the face, but he ignored it. He
continued to make his way towards the alter, but he didn’t even have to take
another step further.
 
Two pairs of eyes were staring at him – Michael and Gavin’s. The guilty pet
whined in the back of his throat.
 
“B…”
 
“Dan,” Gavin addressed carefully. Michael let go of Ray and took a hold of
Gavin’s arm, linking it tightly with his. “What are you doing here?” Ray
scurried off to Ryan who was talking to the pastor and thanking him for
everything.
 
“I-I, uh,” Dan felt his heart stop. Humiliation sank in and it burned his
tongue. “B, Michael, I’m here because…I want you to know that I am so happy for
you two. Especially you, B. I’m so happy your Master finally got to get married
and you’ve had the Lady you’ve always wanted. Michael, you’re still as
beautiful as can be.”
 
They both bit their tongues, trying to not say anything nasty in reply. Michael
clenched his fist tightly and clung to Gavin even closer.
 
“Why are you really here?” Michael asked with venom in his voice. “I thought
you were rid of a long time ago after you got jailed for –”
 
“I’m not that man anymore,” Dan spoke sternly. His eyebrows furrowed and he
coughed to try to project his voice more clearly. “I-I’m…”
 
“Dan!”
 
Dan whipped around in a slight fear, mewing apologetically. He ducked his head
low and closed his eyes tight, feeling the wave of shame wash over him. He
imagined Gavin and Michael both laughing at him, even if they were doing it
silently.
 
“Master?” Dan asked in a light voice.
 
Burnie sighed and walked towards him. “What are you doing? Joel and I left 5
minutes ago and we thought you ran off somewhere. Aren’t you ready to go home?”
He gave a quick smile to both Gavin and Michael while he rubbed Dan’s head. He
saw that both of the pets were linked arm to arm and their faces full of
surprise. “I’m sorry, did I interrupt something? Were you talking?”
 
“Just old friends,” Dan insisted and dipped his nose into Burnie’s neck. “I’m
ready to go home, Master.”
 
Burnie nodded and shot a smile to the other two pets. “Congratulations, Gavin.
You’ll serve Ray very well. I know he won’t be disappointed.” He took a hold of
Dan’s arm.
 
“T-thank you, mayor,” Gavin bowed his head in respect. “I appreciate that
highly.” Michael still held onto Gavin’s arm tightly, not letting it go even as
Burnie and Dan began to walk out of the church. Dan looked back, giving a face
yearning for redemption. He was frowning and Gavin pursed his lips tightly. As
much as he remembered the violent attacks that his old B gave him, he saw the
face of a changed man. He never saw Dan give him a face like that, asking for
forgiveness and hoping for a second chance. “And mayor?” the older Brit asked.
 
“Yes?” Burnie stopped walking, but he still had his hold on Dan.
 
“Please, take care of my B for me. I know you would.”
 
Burnie gave a concerned smirk, but Dan grinned. He knew he had been forgiven.
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