Steve chuckled and stepped out of the tub,
drying off.
Mark stood still, rubbing the towel over his
head and tried not to feel guilty. After all, it was just a silly
fantasy.
"I do not like being blindfolded." Mark was
sitting in the back seat of Adam's BMW.
"You do when we have BDSM sex," Jack
replied.
When Mark went to raise up the edge of the
mask, Steve slapped his hand away. "Why can't I see? What are you
maniacs going to do with me?"
Steve purred in his ear, "Take you to Colt's
old Dom club and fuck you good."
"Really?" Mark smiled. "I know where it is.
Why am I being blindfolded?"
Adam asked from the front seat, "What did you
tell him, Steve?"
Mark crossed his arms, trying not to feel
slightly car sick as it felt as if they were accelerating down a
highway ramp.
"I told him we were going to Colt's old
club."
Jack chuckled. "Is that what you want,
Richfield?"
"I wouldn't complain." Mark tried to peek
downwards but couldn't see a thing.
"Hmm." Adam laughed. "Maybe that's where we
should be going."
"Where are we going?" Mark threw up his
hands; and because he could not see, he hit Steve in the chest.
Steve caught his hand and held it.
"This better not have anything to do with my
birthday." Mark tried to squeeze Steve's hand painfully, but it
only caused Steve to do it back, harder. "Ouch!" Mark jerked his
arm away. "Brute."
"Sit still. Christ, Mark, you're worse than a
three-year-old."
"Me? Bloody me?" Mark threw up his hands
again and Steve tried to catch them and pin them down. "First you
don't tell me what this is all about, and then you make me
blind…now you're accusing me of acting like a child?"
"What's he doing back there?" Jack's voice
sounded as if he were leaning over the front seat.
"And you haven't called Mum yet." Mark tried
to reach for the blindfold again but Steve trapped his hands and
held them.
"I need some time to think about that."
"Oh?" Adam asked, "Calling Mark's mother?
About?"
Jack said, "The inheritance, right? Good
luck."
Mark brooded. "How long is this going to
take?"
"We're almost there." Steve leaned on him.
"Man, you are one impatient guy."
"I don't like this. Really. Surprises are not
my thing."
"What is your thing?" Steve smoothed one hand
up Mark's leg to his crotch.
"Taking advantage of me, copper?" Mark poked
Steve with the hand Steve had freed. His finger was stuffed into
Steve's mouth and sucked. "Oh, dear." Mark's cock pulsated.
"If you're going to suck his dick, you'd
better hurry," Jack said, "We're almost there."
"There?" Mark went for the blindfold again
but Steve was too quick. "Where!" Mark was growing annoyed. "Please
stop torturing me. I'll need a valium in a minute."
The car slowed and Mark could hear the tires
moving on something that sounded like gravel. He perked up and
tried to listen. "Are we out in the woods? Are you going to
gang-bang me?"
All three men broke up with laughter,
hysterical laughter.
Adam gasped, "Oh, Christ, I can't breathe.
Mark, you are priceless."
The car stopped. Mark held onto the door,
listening. The other car doors opened, and then so did his. A hand
helped him out of the car. He knew it was Jack.
Mark immediately recognized a scent.
"Horses?"
"Don't look yet." Jack put his arm around
Mark's back and led him.
"Don't look?" Mark could feel the uneven
rocks under his shoes, hear birds chirping, the breeze blowing his
hair, and then came the distinct sound of the whinnying of equine.
"We couldn't have driven to Kernville." Mark tried to think.
"Glendale?"
No one answered.
Mark was escorted by Jack into a building. He
could feel the concrete under his shoes and a slight change in the
temperature, it was cooler.
His blindfold was removed.
Piccadilly's Phantom was standing in front of
him.
"Baby!" Mark rushed towards him and greeted
him, rubbing the horse's muzzle and the horse made all sorts of
snorting and blowing noises in return. Mark spun around in
confusion. "How? Don't tell me you madmen stole him."
"Yeah, right." Adam patted the big stallion's
hind quarters. "Travis Banks would have us hung for horse
thieving."
Mark caressed the beautiful white stallion
and tilted his head at Jack in confusion. "What am I not
getting?"
"I got a call from Dan, the handler." Jack
walked to a nearby stall and Mark realized Shadow was there, poking
his head out watching them. Jack stood with the big black horse,
petting it.
"And?" Mark gaped at him.
"Well, let me put it this way…" Jack took
Shadow out of the stall, holding his halter. "Travis Banks' son
'came out' after he found out you were interested in buying the
horses."
"That's not making it any clearer." Mark
became distracted as Piccadilly shook his head up and down and
nearly pushed Mark off his feet.
"I didn't ask Dan what transpired between
father and son, but Dan said I should look for boarding, now,
before Banks had time to think too long about it."
"He approved of this place, I gather?"
"Yes. He knows the owner. This horse world
seems to be close knit." Jack stood with Shadow letting the two big
horses sniff each other, since they knew each other.
"They are so amazing." Adam shook his head.
"I mean, seeing them in person?" He whistled. "They are huge."
Mark tried to think. "No. I'm still not
getting this."
Jack walked closer to Mark; the two horses'
nuzzled each other as he did. "Maybe Travis's son had an influence,
maybe not. But for some reason, after Dan's call, Travis allowed
the deal to go through. I didn't ask why. I just wrote the
check."
"How much, Jackie?" Mark noticed the two
horses playing with each other, trying to nip each other.
"A lot. You owe me. Piccadilly was more than
Shadow."
Steve shook his head. "I can imagine. Or
maybe I can't."
"We'll discuss it later. But, here they are,
babe. In Glendale, for us to enjoy." Jack patted the big black
horse.
Mark was stunned. He tried to make sure the
horses were playing nice and then said, "I think our two stallions
are in love."
Adam laughed loudly and Steve just smirked as
he stared at Mark.
Someone walked into the building and Mark
recognized him as the owner of the boarding stable. Mark handed
Adam the lead for Piccadilly and approached the man. He reached for
a handshake and said, "Thank you for allowing us to board these two
rascals here."
"My pleasure, Mark. They're gorgeous. When
they're playing in the paddock it's a thing of beauty."
"I know they will get the top care here."
Mark patted the man's shoulder and looked back at the black and the
white stallions pressing their noses together. "Sweet as sugar.
Look at those two." Mark removed his phone and took a few photos.
"I'll send them to Alex."
"We keep them together as much as possible,
you know, the side by side stalls," the owner said.
Mark looked down at his suit. "I wish I could
ride!"
"Saturday?" Jack asked.
Mark thought about it and nodded. "Yes. I
suppose that will have to do." Mark walked Piccadilly to his stall
and entered it with him, unhooking the lead and giving the horse
his loving affection.
Mark was handed a carrot by the stable owner
and Mark fed it to the horse, holding it for him as he broke it in
half and chewed. "Baby…I'll see you Saturday." Mark kissed his
cheek and patted him, then closed the stall behind him to stare at
the beautiful animal.
"Your suit is covered in white horse hair,"
Adam said, nudging him.
"I don't care. I love him." Mark waited as
Piccadilly walked towards him, going for the last bit of carrot in
Mark's palm. Mark gave him another affectionate rub and turned to
see Jack was also feeding his horse a carrot, having returned him
to the stall. When the four men stepped back, the two horses
stretched their necks out of the stalls to flap lips at each other,
as if reassuring they were still together.
Mark tried to gather his thoughts and spun
around, again reaching out to the stable owner. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, Mark. If you have any concerns
at all, just call me."
"I don't think I will." Mark took one last
look at the horses and smiled, walking back to the car.
Adam popped the trunk and held out hand
sanitizer.
They all used it and then Mark tried to brush
off his suit before sitting in the car. He smiled at the look of
the elegant stable, the fields and pastures and the stately home.
"They'll be fine here."
Jack said, "If they weren't Travis wouldn't
have made the deal." Jack opened the door of the passenger's side
and climbed in while Adam got behind the wheel and Steve and Mark
sat in back. Once they were all inside the car, Steve said, "Your
horses are gay."
Laughter once again filled the car and Mark
dabbed his eyes from the hilarity. "Perhaps that's why Travis
removed them. They were influencing all the other stallions."
"Well, they are gorgeous," Adam replied,
still chuckling.
"Thank you, Jackie."
"Happy Birthday, Mark Antonious."
"Oh? Not the certificate for Botox?" Mark
teased, holding Steve's hand.
"Which would you rather have?" Adam asked as
he began driving back to LA.
"Hmmm." Mark tapped his lip as if there were
a choice.
Steve elbowed him roughly and made Mark
nearly hit the inside of the door. "The horse, all right?" Mark
swatted Steve's arm in retaliation for the hit.
"Yeah, but you really did have to think about
it." Steve grabbed Mark in a headlock and pulled him over to his
side of the car.
"It smells like horse in here," Adam said,
opening the window.
"I like that smell." Sitting up straight,
Mark brushed a few white hairs off his dark suit.
"Oh, Richfield," Steve said with a sigh. "You
are high maintenance."
"You got that right, copper. Now, turn off
onto a woodsy side street and tie me up."
Jack exploded with laughter again and twisted
around to look at Mark directly from the front seat. "If we can use
the hand cleaner as lube, you're on."
Mark curled his nose in revulsion. "Perhaps
not."
Adam said, while looking in the rear view
mirror, "If that's your fantasy, baby, we can arrange it."
"Yes, please. But you all must wear police
uniforms."
Steve laughed and shook his head. "Christ,
what am I going to do with you?"
"Indulge me," Mark said sensually and leaned
on Steve's shoulder.
"Suck me." Steve tried to get Mark's head to
his lap.
"No."
"Yes!"
"You started it, Mark," Jack said,
laughing.
Mark watched as Steve opened his suit
trousers. "Really? So pent up you can't wait for us to get
home?"
Steve cupped the back of Mark's head and
forced him to his lap. Mark's seatbelt held him firm. Steve pushed
the button and it retracted, allowing Mark freedom to move.
Mark glanced up at Steve. "You think I'm
spoiled?"
"You just got a horse worth a billion
bucks!"
"A billion?" Mark asked, blinking.
Steve held his stiff cock up by the base.
"Please?"
"Spoilt, spoilt!" Mark moved into a position
where he could give Steve a blowjob.
Jack peeked over the seat. "The two stallions
get you off, Miller?"
"No. One stallion did. Mark."
"You know what Travis Banks says…" Mark held
the base of Steve's cock. "Homosexuality is just a hop-skip to
bestiality."
"Eww," Adam moaned, as Steve said, "Shut up
and suck."
Mark sank Steve's cock into his mouth and
closed his eyes, enjoying Steve combing his fingers through his
hair as he worked him.
"Damn," Jack said.
"You make me want to pull over," Adam
replied.
Mark smiled as he sucked Steve, knowing if he
gave Steve his fantasy sex, in return, he'd get his!
~
Billy hung up his uniform and made sure his
gun was secured for the night. He heard a hum and looked at his
phone which he had left on the nightstand. Alex was in the living
room, memorizing his lines, and by Friday, Alex should be through
his shooting schedule for the cable show.
Billy walked in his briefs to the phone and
looked at it. It was his older, divorced sister Tammy, which blew
him away. They didn't speak regularly, but Billy did like his
nephew, Matthew. He picked it up. "Tammy?"
"Hey."
"Hey. Is everything okay?" Billy asked.
"I got an invitation in the mail from the
LAPD for your promotion ceremony."
Billy blinked and tried to think. "Oh. You
must still be listed as my emergency contact. Sorry."
"Sorry? Matthew really wants to go."
"Oh! Well, come. I would have invited both
you and Kim but I didn't think either of you would be interested."
Billy sat on the bed.
"When was the last time you spoke to
Kim?"
Billy rubbed his face. Since he came out and
dated Alex, he didn't speak to either his older or younger
siblings. And his parents were both dead. "I can't remember."
"I saw her last weekend. Todd had a fiftieth
birthday party."
Hearing his brother-in-law had a family party
and neither he nor Alex was invited certainly didn't surprise
Billy. "How are they?"
"All good. Her kids are on the honor roll in
grad school, and we're talking about what we're doing for the
holidays."
A pang of sadness hit Billy. He didn't know
if he was let down by his sisters, or he had let them down.
"Nice."