Chaps and Hope (Mossy Glenn Ranch 1) (7 page)

“Okay, cowboy. I can’t hardly wait, but meanwhile—” Will shifted beside him, elbowing him a couple of times on accident. If it’d been on purpose, Troy knew he’d have been hurting rather than just startled.

“What’re you doing?”

Will held out his phone and waved it in front of himself. “Checking on the online ads I placed. I haven’t looked since lunch time.”

“Anyone contact you about them?” Troy frowned. “Where’d you place the ads?”

Will gave an exasperated huff. “I
told
you. The IGRA, Craigslist, a few other places. I hadn’t gotten so much as a junk mail then but—Ah ha! Look!”

“Don’t stick the phone in his face,” Carlos said, just as Troy squinted to avoid being blinded by the phone’s light. “And Craigslist? What’s that?”

Will chortled and Troy tried not to glower as he answered Carlos’ question. “It’s an online want-ad like thing, and they have some personal ads up there that you wouldn’t believe.” Troy cut Will a seething look as Will went quiet. “You can find just about anyone to do anything with, or to. I’ll show you when we get back to the hotel.”

Why it was irking him so bad, Troy didn’t know. He just hated the idea of Will scrolling through the pictures in the personals, the offers and come-ons. Hell, he didn’t want Carlos doing it, either. He wouldn’t mess with it himself, but he’d already promised to show Carlos.

“I didn’t go into the personals. I wouldn’t.” And now Will sounded hurt, and Troy was a damned asshole. “Why would you think I would?”

“I don’t,” Troy gritted out, more mad at himself now than anything else. “I’m just—that site can—aw, hell.” He swiped at his suddenly sweaty brow. “I don’t know, okay? I’m not used to being jealous, but I guess that’s what happened. I’ve seen the ads, some of the guys on there are hot as fuck, and the promises they make, just—damn.”

“I gotta see this thing,” Carlos muttered.

“I’ll show you, but if you get mad, too, I’m going to hurt you both.” Will sniffed and Troy jumped when he felt a hand on his arm. “I’m not going to hit you, although I was tempted to smack the bitchy right out of you. It hurts that you don’t trust me, Troy.”

Shit, he was going to ruin everything with his insecurities. Troy scraped some words past his tight throat. “I
do
trust you, Will.”
Has Will looked at the personals? Is it cheating if he does? It feels like it would be, or something close to it.
“I just—” Telling Will he loved him so much he got all jealous sounded like something an abuser would say even in Troy’s mind. He backtracked and tried again. “I never had people I loved and worried I could lose.” Troy realised as soon as he said it that it wasn’t the right thing, either, even if it was the truth.

“You’re not gonna lose either one of us,” Carlos said. “Won’t happen.”

Will was quiet though, and Troy glanced at him and found Will watching him intently. “I am sorry, Will. Carlos, too. I shouldn’t be a doubter, or I should have more faith. What we have means everything to me, and the thought of losing it, well, I don’t have the words to describe how that makes me feel.” Solid black inside, cold to his soul, hopeless in a way that told him he didn’t want to exist without his partners.
Terrified.

“You can’t let that control you, or hurt us.” Will stroked his arm gently. “I don’t know if you’re subconsciously trying to brace for us ending, or if you’re still adjusting to there being an ‘us’, but you have to have faith, trust, or else we can’t make it, Troy. Love, loyalty, fidelity, belief in each other and our promises we’ve made. Those things are imperative in a relationship, but Troy…” Will leaned against him and began smattering kisses on his shoulder between words. “That will come with time. Just because me and Carlos dove in with open hearts doesn’t mean you’re wrong for hesitating every now and then. You’ll get to where we are. You’ll believe in your heart that we won’t hurt you or leave you. Just trust yourself, love.”

Was that it? He didn’t trust himself? Troy had thought he was good with what they had going on, but occasionally he worried. Didn’t everyone? But maybe he worried too much. He sucked on his bottom lip as he thought about it. Will kept on touching him, but he eased off on the lecturing, and Carlos didn’t add to it, which surprised Troy. He listened to them discussing the responses to the ads Will had placed. After a while, Troy forgot to brood and started laughing along with his men at some of the replies.

“This one says he doesn’t know anything about horses, cows, pigs, chickens or any other animals besides cats, but he sure knows how to ride a cowboy!” Will chortled and Carlos huffed out a raspy laugh. “I don’t think he’ll fit in for the cowhand positions, but maybe something else? Because I think a sense of humour is really important, too.”

“Helps to have one out here,” Carlos agreed. “Sometimes it’s the only thing that gets you through a day. Unless you’re me. Then it’s you two that do it for me.”

For a cowboy, Carlos sure could be smooth.
Must come from him soothing scared horses or something.

“His resume looks good for anything but ranch work,” Will mumbled. “Well, damn. I was thinking he’d be fun to have out here.”

“Let me see it.”

Troy figured Carlos meant the resume.

“He could probably cook for us, do the cleaning. We won’t have time for much of that, and he would work cheap. Says here, room and board, minimum wage.”

“Wonder why he wants away from—where’s he from?” Troy couldn’t remember if Will had mentioned it.

“Uh. How do I scroll here?” Carlos asked. Will moved and after a moment Carlos answered. “Oh, here it is. He’s from some town in Florida that starts with an H. Not sure how it’s pronounced, exactly.”

“Florida, huh? Guess he doesn’t like it there for whatever reason. Maybe he thinks a ranch full of gay cowboys will be nirvana.”

Troy barely got the words out before they were all laughing. Why wouldn’t their applicants think that?

“Maybe not just for men. We aren’t going to discriminate, right?”

“Of course not,” Carlos answered Will. “You got some women interested?”

“We sure do. Almost as many as we do men, I think. We’ve got a total of thirteen responses so far. Not everyone listed their gender, but most of them did. There’s two with ambiguous names, but that shouldn’t matter if they’ll fit in at the Mossy G.”

“Nope, shouldn’t matter at all. Can you print those off so I can read them properly? Squinting’s gonna give me a headache.”

“We don’t want that,” Will purred at Carlos. “Got to have you in fucking form, right?”

“Right.” Troy really,
really
wanted Carlos to fuck him until he couldn’t walk, or better yet, couldn’t think. He didn’t want to dwell on how he’d almost caused a major mess with his doubts earlier. “I need you both,” he admitted easily. Why had he let himself stress over those stupid ads?

“You got us both, and I’ll make sure you know it well here shortly.”

The promise in Carlos’ voice sent a thrill through Troy. He signalled for the exit they needed and not another word was spoken between the three of them until they were in their hotel room.

“I got dibs on the first shower!” Will darted through the doorway only to squeak when Carlos caught him up short, pulling him by the shoulders back against Carlos’ chest.

“I don’t think so, Will.” Carlos grasped the collar of Will’s button-up and grinned as he yanked. Buttons shot out and Will yelped. “Get the rope, Troy. I got a good way to keep Will quiet.” Carlos pulled Will’s head up, pressing under his chin, and he devoured the smaller man’s mouth. He let go long enough to rip Will’s shirt off the rest of the way, then he was dragging his fingertips over Will’s belly and chest, leaving trails of pink from the pressure.

Troy’s cock throbbed, need tight and hot welling up. He turned and knelt beside the bed. Carlos had his work ropes, and he had his other ones. Softer, and in a variety of colours, girths and lengths, just looking at them never failed to make Troy horny. As he was already close to desperate, he panted as he ran the light blue length of rope through his hands. “Which one?”

“Which ones, you mean,” Carlos corrected him. “That one in your hands to start. The black one, too. And your favourite, that yellow one.”

Troy almost whimpered with gratitude. The yellow one was
his
rope. Carlos only ever tied him up with it. “Yes, Carlos. Please.”

“I do like the way you ask so nicely. I think you even deserve a reward for that, don’t you, Will?”

Troy turned around, ropes in hand, and struggled not to beg too much. “Please. I need, so bad.”

Carlos pinched Will’s tit ferociously, twisting the nub and getting a wince from Will even as Will thrust his hips. “Set the ropes at our feet and strip.”

Troy hurried over to follow the command, uncaring that he crawled on hands and knees. He just needed to get to his men, and do what Carlos said immediately. Nothing else mattered.

Chapter Seven

Watching Troy submit was possibly the hottest thing ever, Will thought. Seeing that big, proud man on his hands and knees, crawling over to Carlos, giving up everything for them, that was just fucking arousing in a way nothing else could compete with.

Carlos pinched his nipple again. Will shot up on his toes, pain bright in his chest and his dick swelling with it all. He wanted to ask Carlos to do it again, but knew better. Carlos wasn’t an ass, he didn’t dismiss Will’s or Troy’s requests or needs, but this wasn’t the time for Will to be putting his own body’s wants first. Something was going on with Troy, and they needed to make sure he truly understood that he belonged to them and vice versa. Will trusted Carlos to get that point across, whether it was through fucking or talking or both.

Troy laid the ropes down to Will’s right, his movements controlled and almost reverent. He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, giving Will and Carlos a marvellous show of his chiselled torso.

Carlos bent, forcing Will to do the same, and he reached out to tug at one of Troy’s nipples. “Get the other one,” Carlos told him.

Will tweaked the other one before scraping a nail over it. Troy hissed and that big body shook.

“Aw, God,” Troy panted, locking his hands behind his neck and pushing his chest out. His eyes were closed and his lips parted, a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it, but you need to get naked, Troy.”

Will wanted to get naked too. His pants were stiff with paint and his dick was achingly hard.

Carlos seemed aware of Will’s discomfort, telling him, “You’ll get your turn, but first, let’s get these titties nice and red and sore.”

Troy whimpered, a sound Will didn’t hear from him often. It was like a jolt of Viagra to his system. His dick just couldn’t get any harder.

“Stand up, Troy. I don’t want to have to kneel until I’m fucking you.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna end up coming just from listening to you two.” Will pressed a hand to his groin, but Carlos caught his wrist and squeezed.

“No touching yourself. You either come when I’m fucking you, or you come just from listening to us, like you said.”

Will canted his head to look at Carlos. “You’re so mean. I love that about you.”

Carlos kissed his nose then pushed at his shoulders. “You get down and get his boots and pants off. I’ve got something to take care of up here.”

Will knelt and went to work on Troy’s boots first. There’d been more than one time they’d forgotten, one or the other of them, and tripped over their own feet while trying to get their pants down. Troy was kind of wobbly, but a glance up assured Will that Carlos was keeping Troy upright. He had him by one nipple and one arm. Troy’s chest was heaving, his breaths shaky, uneven. Will looked at the wet spots—the dried one and the wet one quickly spreading on top of it—and knew Troy was close. He got the boots and socks off, then went after Troy’s jeans. The first thing he did when he had them open was pinch the tip of Troy’s crown.

Troy shouted and Carlos made a disapproving sound. “Uh uh, you know we got to be quiet. You want a gag? ’Cause I can sure enough fix you up right quick.”

Will waited until the first sound slipped out of Troy’s mouth before licking the wetness from Troy’s slit.

“Yes,” Troy hissed, grabbing a handful of Will’s hair. “Aw, fuck yeah.”

While he didn’t raise his voice, there was a strident sound to it that made Will grin.

“Hold off sucking him just yet.” Carlos brushed his fingers through part of Will’s hair. “I think he needs something in his mouth to help him keep it down.”

Will leant back, but Troy tugged him closer. Will turned his head and nuzzled the fuzzy spot where thigh and groin met. Troy wasn’t one to wax or shave, at least not often and not his body. His head he kept smooth as silk.

Troy groaned as Carlos flicked his nipples, then he held onto Will’s shoulders as Carlos walked off.

“He’s just getting something for your mouth,” Will said when Troy looked a little lost. “He’ll be right back.” He started sucking up a purple mark on Troy. There was going to be a neat line of them running around from groin to ass by the time Will got done with Troy tonight. If Carlos would let him do it.

Carlos came back and tied a rolled bandana around Troy’s head. He’d fastened a ball of the material in the centre of the bandana, and that part he fixed in Troy’s mouth. “Now, you want to scream, you just bite down and let it go into the gag, you got it?”

Troy’s muffled assurance was quickly met with another round of Carlos working his tits over. “Suck his balls,” Carlos told him.

Will left off the fourth mark he’d been raising up and went after Troy’s balls. He pushed on Troy’s thighs and Troy spread a little wider, allowing Will to get his head where he needed it for maximum nut suckage.

“Mmph,” Troy grunted when Will took his big sac into his mouth. It was a stretch, but Will could do some amazing things with his big mouth.

Will couldn’t pay attention to what Carlos was doing while he was sucking and tonguing Troy’s nuts, but soon enough the sounds Troy was making even through the gag had Will whimpering too. He ran a hand up Carlos’ leg, over to his thick cock burning hot through his jeans. Man, he wanted that thing in him, and he wanted to watch Carlos shove it into Troy until Troy screamed and shot his jizz all over the place—or all over Will’s face. He’d like that a lot.

Carlos manoeuvred Troy onto the floor. “Will, go shower that paint off real quick. I was gonna have you wait, ’cause I like my men smelling like a hard day’s work, but that paint might fuck up the carpet and there’s no telling what the hotel would charge us.”

Will hesitated, shifting his weight from knee to knee. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

Carlos gave him a piercing look. “It’s gonna take me a while to truss Troy up right. You got time for the show.”

Will sprang up and darted for the bathroom. He knew Carlos was right about the paint, but damn it all, he was horny!

“Don’t touch your dick or ass except to wash them,” Carlos said from the doorway, startling a shriek out of Will as he slapped a hand to his chest and spun around.

“Don’t do that! I almost pissed myself,” Will accused. “Jeez, Carlos. My heart’s racing like crazy.”

Carlos smirked at him and pointed towards his dick. “You won’t be pissing out of that until it softens up some. Go on now, and sorry about scaring ya.”

“You are not,” Will groused, aware of Carlos’ amusement.

“Nah, not really.”

Will started the shower and got in before it warmed up. He bit his cheek to keep from yelling when the icy water hit his chest. It softened his cock enough that he had to jump out and pee, then he was back in and reaching for the crappy hotel soap.

As aroused as he was thinking about Carlos and Troy out there, Will still took his time, to an extent. He knew Carlos was going to be a while, and that the scene Will stepped out and into would be erotic as fuck. Sometimes Carlos would just lasso them and do a basic tie-up, but there were times where he showed his patience and skill by placing them in elaborate positions and tying them up beautifully. Will knew tonight was one of those times.

When he’d finished showering and brushing his teeth and hair, Will found Troy on his knees, his legs tied with the yellow rope binding his calves to his thighs. The rope had been run up his torso, where Carlos had done some fancy tying and bound Troy’s arms up and behind his back. A red bandana was cradled in Troy’s left hand. If he dropped it, everything would stop. It was the non-verbal safety measure they used when one of them was bound and gagged.

The rope was looped around Troy’s chest in two different areas, then up again over each of his shoulders. It looked complicated, and hot, and Will reached for his dick before he thought about it.

“Ah ah,” Carlos scolded. “You know what that gets you.” He caressed Troy’s flank and tipped his head towards the bed. “Get him that thin pillow, would you?”

Will got it and they slipped it beneath Troy’s head and shoulders. Carlos palmed Will’s balls then circled them with finger and thumb. He gave them a tug and Will’s eyes widened and his knees went weak.

“You’ve been wanting something all day, haven’t you?” Carlos said as he stood, towering over Will. “I know Troy likes to watch, and he can hold this position with his bindings for a little while, so let’s give you what you want.”

“What do I want?” Will asked, feeling his usual sass burble up. He arched his brows and Carlos and raked him with a look from head to toe. The man’s cock had to be causing him pain, hard as it was. “You sure you know?”

Carlos’ lips twitched and he held out a hand as he sat on the bed. “Yeah, and if I’m wrong, you’ll surely tell me so.”

“You got that right.” Will had no problem speaking up about his wants and needs. He let Carlos put him over his lap, then wiggled until his dick was in just the right spot between Carlos’ denim-clad thighs.

“You’re gonna come from me paddling your ass, that and what friction I let you have.” Carlos emphasised his point by spreading his legs and taking away all that lovely, rough sensation from Will’s dick. Will didn’t get a word out before Carlos’ landed a sharp blow on his left ass cheek. “Another nineteen and you’ll be coming all over my jeans.”

Will doubted he’d make it that long. Carlos pelted his buttocks and upper thighs. It hurt, but Will found that place inside himself where pleasure and pain mixed into the most amazing combination. There was nothing quite like it, and while Will didn’t like to be hurt all the time, he did enjoy it when it was done right. Carlos always took care and never pushed too far. His hand was setting fire to Will’s skin, and that fire was spreading through him, tugging his balls up tight as he neared his climax.

“Do it,” Carlos ordered as his hand landed hard enough to knock Will’s breath right out of him. The scrape of Carlos’ rough jeans against his shaft combined with everything else sent Will spiralling into orgasm. He couldn’t even yell as he was suffused with such intense feeling his body felt light with it.

“See, I told you I’d take care of you just fine. Now look there at Troy, his cock dripping from watching you…”

“Watching us,” Will croaked. Troy had been turned on watching Carlos smack his ass and Will’s reaction to it.

“But you’re something to see when you come.” Carlos rubbed his butt, kneading his cheeks, and Will almost whined as the heat flared out with each touch. “Now, you’re gonna sit on your sore bottom and watch me fuck the cum right out of Troy, and if you make it through that without touching yourself, I’ll fuck you afterwards, so get the wipes out.”

Will knew Carlos meant what he’d said. Carlos could fuck for hours and hold back. Maybe it was an age thing, but Will doubted it. He thought Carlos just had that much control.

Will got the wipes out then sat with his back against the bed as Carlos stood, uncaring of the cum from Will’s release on his jeans. All he bothered to do was free his cock, pushing his pants below his taut ass.

“Now, Troy’s needing something rougher than he usually wants, aren’t ya, baby?” Carlos asked in a soothing voice. “Nothing that’ll make him really hurt, but just a harder ride than usual.”

Such desperate sounds slipped from behind the gag. Troy was practically quivering from head to toe, and his muscular ass was flexing, as if begging for what Carlos had promised him.

Carlos picked up the lube and slathered some on his hand. He knelt behind Troy and rubbed his fingers down Troy’s crease. “Hungry for it, baby?”

Troy tried to rock back, Will thought, but the position he’d been tied in didn’t allow him such movement. Carlos smiled and put a hand on Troy’s lower back. At the same time, he pushed two fingers into Troy’s ass.

Will’s spent dick reacted predictably, firming up with each stroke of Carlos’ fingers in and out of Troy. By the time Carlos pulled off his belt and cinched it around Troy’s waist, Will was dangerously close to not getting himself fucked. He shoved his hands behind his back and gripped each of his wrists to keep himself from grabbing his dick instead.

Then the beauty truly began, with Carlos rocking into Troy with small, steady movements. Once he was fully seated, Carlos leaned over and whispered that he was going to ride Troy like a bronc, and it was on. No more gentle, slow movements. Carlos shafted Troy like a man powerfully driven to do so. His hips slammed against Troy’s ass repeatedly, pushing Troy forward only to be yanked back by Carlos’ jerking on the belt. Carlos landed several slaps to Troy’s ass, and gritted his teeth as Troy came.

The scent of Troy’s cum was pungent in the room, and Will halfway thought he could have come from sniffing it.

“Come on over here,” Carlos rasped, pulling out of Troy’s hole. He pivoted enough to settle Will beside Troy. “I’ll be right back after I wash off.”

Carlos returned in moments, his cock wet from being washed. Will could even smell the soap he’d used when he walked past Will’s head.

“Please hurry,” Will begged, needing Carlos in him so badly he ached from it.

“I’ve got you,” Carlos said. Will heard the click of the lube cap. Shortly thereafter, Carlos slipped a slick finger into his hole. “Hungry for it?”

“Yes,” Will hissed, pushing out to take that digit in deeper.