“I know I’ve been bad,” was all Chess would admit to, mildly.
Spenser slapped the erect cock some more, then grabbed the quirt. It gave him great pleasure to finally see the man nearly nude, vulnerable, defenseless. And he loved the slope of his strong lower back, the firm plane that flared outward into the rounded silhouette of his impudent ass. Spenser’s first instinct was to reach out and fondle that enticing slope. Chess even obediently spread his feet farther apart on the carpet so Spenser could tickle the scratchy anal ring and diddle the full, hanging scrotum. Spenser saw Chess’s nostrils flare as he compressed his lips with tolerance and stared straight ahead.
But Fidelia had no patience with this. She had been standing dutifully by, her eyes shining as she drank in the vision of Chess’s warm nude body, bared for her enjoyment.
Now Fidelia snatched the quirt from Spenser and posed with one eyebrow uplifted. She slapped her own palm with the quirt and cocked one hip as she assessed Chess’s ass. “I think I’m much better at this than you are,” she said. That syrupy, thick German accent added to the allure of the scene.
Spenser was amazed by her sexual boldness, but he didn’t want to question where she’d learned such a skill. She placed a hand on Chess’s shoulder and forced him to his knees. Chess went down, staring straight ahead like a man about to be executed. Fidelia turned her adorable, innocent chipmunk face to Spenser, still slapping the quirt in her palm.
“Don’t you agree, Spenser, that butter would make the spanking sting more delightfully?”
Spenser instantly jumped to do Fidelia’s bidding, whisking up the butter dish from the mantel. He, too, got to his knees, applying several fingers’ worth of the butter to Chess’s soft, pliant ass. A palmful of the nearly melted butter made for a hot, almost squeaky lubricant for Chess’s prick. Spenser humped Chess’s hip while he frigged his friend, the cockhead shiny and bulbous between his slippery fingers.
Fidelia kneeled and experimentally slapped Chess’s ass with the quirt. The short leather whip already raised pink welts across the virginal skin, but Chess’s face remained impassive. Perhaps he knew he deserved this, as the fellow accustomed to dishing it out. She slapped him harder, then harder still while Spenser buttered up his scrotum.
“You have been a horribly bad
Hundsfott
. You have whipped and fucked poor Spenser when he didn’t deserve such treatment.”
Smack.
“You have forced him to suck on your penis until you discharged in his mouth.”
Smack.
“You have forced yourself on him because your desire for him is so great.”
Smack.
Now Chess squeezed his eyes shut. Every time Fidelia flogged his saucy ass, his sleek prick in Spenser’s fist jumped. When Spenser moved to cupping Chess’s balls and lightly squeezing them, it stimulated him to watch the fat cock twitch every time Fidelia smacked him.
“You like this, don’t you?” Spenser asked salaciously. “You like being smacked by this piece of German calico. You took her into that pharmacy and just fucked her without any sort of toying to stimulate her beforehand, as I stimulated her right here in this parlor earlier.”
“Yes,” Fidelia agreed. “Who was to say I wanted to be fucked on top of that tiger? You just threw me into that smelly hallway and tossed me on top of a tiger!”
Smack.
So
that
was why Chang claimed Chess owed him a tiger. They had probably broken it.
Spenser commanded, “Answer her, you bastard! Did you just fling her onto that tiger and take her like a common whore?” He squeezed Chess’s testicles to make his point. In between smacks from the flailing quirt, Spenser added his own spanks to the reddened, hot ass.
Chess flinched. “Of course I did, you jackass. You would’ve done the same thing in my position. Can’t you admit? Fidelia is a bushy-tailed piece of calico. You wanted to do the same thing.”
“I’d show her more respect!” Spenser really
was
angered now. He had assumed Fidelia would choose Chess because he had much more money—that’s what all women did. But he had not expected her to submit to him so fully before Spenser even had a chance to get his wrist cuffs off and follow her down that alleyway, too. “You just come in there like some kind of ape-man, toss her over your shoulder, and ram it home!”
Chess snarled, “Oh, yeah? Well, I showed her respect with my cock. I didn’t hear any complaints.”
Smack
. “Are you complaining, my dove?”
Fidelia paused before answering and chose to spank that buoyant ass instead. Spenser wrenched the buttery cock, corkscrewing his hand around it, and used the few drips of semen at the tip to whirl his thumb. God, he had loved sucking on this fine tool. But he needed to give Fidelia her comeuppance.
Smack.
Finally she said, “You need to pay for what you did to me. Spenser, stand up.”
Spenser did as the fräulein bade him. He touched only the crown of Chess’s silky head, while Chess still stared straight ahead. Now he stared directly at Spenser’s burgeoning crotch. Spenser’s prick was so stiff he could see the outline of the mushroom head tight under the fabric of his denims. He quivered with anticipation, hoping that Fidelia would command what he so ardently desired.
Yes. She did.
“Suck his penis, Chess.”
Chess’s nostrils flared. “I don’t do that sort of thing.”
Smack
. “You do now. Do you want me to spank your balls? Then suck Spenser. Suck him just as lovingly as he suckled you in the bathhouse.”
Smack
. “That’s the least you can do for him. He has loved you so well, and you have shown him nothing in return.”
Spenser busied himself unbuttoning his trousers, his cock springing free and almost braining poor Chess. Chess seemed to study it for a few brief moments while Fidelia whipped his ass with ever more power.
“Do it, Chess! Show Spenser that you love him too. If you can’t say it in words, you can show him with your actions.”
That must’ve done the trick, for Chess dove right on in, spearing Spenser’s cock down his throat.
It was such a rare treat to be sucked, Spenser’s breath was literally taken away. He must’ve spent a few long moments just lost in bliss before he awakened to the view of Chess suckling his cock. Fidelia smacked him infrequently now, and her voice lowered to a purr.
“That’s good, Chess. Suck on that beautiful penis. It’s your lifeline. You can give back to Spenser what he gave to you.”
Fidelia flung aside the quirt. Wrapping her arms around Chess’s torso, she leaned her chin on his shoulder. “You can do it, Chess. You are not an unfeeling, uncaring man.”
Fidelia reached out and caressed Spenser’s balls, drawing them closer to Chess’s bobbing chin. “You want to give him pleasure because he is your closest friend in the world. You love him, although you don’t know it yet. You chose him out of all these hundreds of vaqueros in town because Spenser knows how to show love for
you
. You don’t want false love, like that cracked maniac Bullet Bob. You want real love, the way only another man can love you.”
When Fidelia pressed Chess’s nipples between her fingers, Spenser could feel Chess increase the intensity of his sucking. Whether it was her words or her touch, Chess sucked and gobbled like a pig at a trough. He suctioned Spenser’s prick down his throat as though he was born to it. Spenser massaged the back of Chess’s skull, and had only to tilt his hips toward his friend to show his desire, for Chess suckled like a maniac.
“Spenser loves you, Chess,” Fidelia whispered into his ear. She flicked his oily nipples and seemed to be grinding her muff against Chess’s ass. “Suck him well. Pleasure him with your mouth. Show him how much you love—”
That was the last thing Spenser heard before he erupted inside the hot, sucking mouth.
For a while, Spenser’s only sensation was bliss. His cock spurted and throbbed with the suctioning power of Chess’s jaws.
Spenser had no idea whether anything Fidelia had said was correct or not. Why would Chess love him? He assumed she said those things to titillate Chess, to goad him higher, to rile him to masterful cocksucking heights.
It worked. Chess drained Spenser’s cock as though his life depended upon it. He seemed unashamed of making giant snuffling pig sounds as he licked Spenser into a blissful nirvana where nothing outside of the parlor’s walls mattered.
Holy Mary, what just happened?
Spenser gasped, panted, and clutched the back of Chess’s skull.
“That’s good,” Fidelia purred as she massaged Chess’s nipples. She was now humping Chess’s spectacular ass through all the layers of her skirts.
But Spenser had to pull away. Chess lapped the underside of his prick so thoroughly it nearly hurt, and Spenser had to shove his shoulder to make him stop.
Panting heavily, Spenser stumbled to the sideboard and grabbed the first carafe he could find. It turned out to be whiskey, and he gratefully gulped it. When he turned back, Spenser beheld a sight that would be burned onto his memory for many years to come.
Chess had collapsed back against Fidelia. She, in turn, had fallen back against a chair. She now cradled the domineering, virile buck in her shapely arms. Chess lay panting, sprawled against her skirts, hands bound behind his neck, swollen prick pulsating against his thigh. Fidelia cradled this amazing beast against her bosom, petting his forehead as though she soothed a sick child.
“It’s all right, Chess. You love Spenser. That’s all right. You proved to him that you love him. You proved to him in the only way that you can. Now he knows.”
Fidelia opened the front door and was nearly bowled over by Ezekiel Vipham. She was on her way out to visit Chang before going to work at the Morning Star. Zeke grabbed her by the arms and slammed her against the foyer wall.
“Fidelia! The most amazing thing just happened! I know you’re going to want to know about this after that Bullet Bob incident last night.” Releasing her, Zeke pivoted about on one foot, like a baseball player waiting for a fly ball. “Chess! Chess! Where’s Chess?”
“Right here.” Chess entered the hallway from the dining room, where he’d been lounging with Spenser. “What’s up, Zeke? What did Bullet Bob do now?”
Zeke shaped his hands into claws and headed toward Chess, eyes wide with the shock of what he’d witnessed. “Chess! I was just over at the Morning Star. Alonzo Wilder just knocked Bullet Bob into the middle of next week!”
Chess frowned. “What? Who the hell is Alonzo Wilder?”
Zeke froze like a
poses plastiques
performer. “Alonzo Wilder? He’s that pugilist from Cheyenne.”
Spenser had appeared in the dining room doorway behind Chess. “Wilder is the
last
person you’d want attacking you. He always wins the purse in every boxing match. Is Bullet Bob dead?”
Fidelia asked, “Why did Wilder pitch into Bullet Bob?”
“He’s not dead, but you’ve got to come hear his story. He’s only a block away at Tibbles House—Rudy Dunraven is taking care of him.” Zeke finally melted from his frozen position and waved an arm at his three friends. “Come, come! We can run there in thirty seconds! There’s blood everywhere!”
And he sprinted out the door.
Fidelia had her reticule and hat in hand anyway, so she was the first out the door. She couldn’t run too fast in her layers of skirts, and Chess soon caught her by the shoulder to indicate she should slow down. He wanted to talk. “About last night. I was exhausted. It was a long fucking day.”
Fidelia smiled knowingly. “It’s perfectly all right, Chess. You love Spenser. I can tell that. There’s no reason to be ashamed. It’s perfectly open-minded of you to switch roles and be submissive.”
Chess cleared his throat. They were barely walking at all now, but Spenser was coming up fast, so he had to finish talking. “That’s the thing. I’m
not
submissive. I don’t do submissive. It’s just not me.”
Fidelia shrugged. “You do now. You saw how it affected me. I’ve never seen a more stimulating sight in my life than you sucking on that beautiful vaquero. And it was pretty stimulating watching you screw Spenser, too.”
Chess had to whisper now, Spenser was so close. He couldn’t look Fidelia in the eye. “I love
you
, Fidelia. It’s not possible for a man to love another man. How could I marry you if I were in love with Spenser, too?”
“Oh, there’s a way,” Fidelia told him. “Love isn’t limited. You can truly love two people at once. What did your sister mean when she said her ‘husbands’? Rudy Dunraven isn’t her husband—Senator Spiro is. But they both live with Alameda. Hey, Spenser. Chess is embarrassed that he allowed you to dominate him last night.”
As Fidelia expected, Spenser grinned knowingly, too. “It was fun. It was nice for a change, dominating such a tough, powerful son of a bitch like you. I like watching you with your wrists bound behind your head.”
Chess couldn’t look at Spenser, either. “So this Wilder pugilist, I wonder why Bullet Bob chose him to taunt. Maybe he imagined he knew Wilder from Europe, too, and Wilder wasn’t as polite as we are about it.”
“C’mon!” Zeke yelled from the front porch of Tibbles House. “The Savage Bunch rides again!”