Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 06

Tanner sat on the bed, his head felt as if it were filled with a thousand angry monkeys banging snare drums, and his stomach roiling from the abuse he'd dealt it the night before. He understood Randy was beyond angry. This wasn't a lover's spat. He'd messed up, badly.

Tanner realized Randy was cooking breakfast. Wrapping the sheet around his body, he stumbled to the stove. Tanner reached out to touch Randy's shoulder, but was rebuffed.

"No, you aren't going to pet me and fix it either. You can sleep in the chair for now too," said Randy.

Tanner stood in a stupor, never remembering a time when people hadn't given him forgiveness when he'd asked for it. He needed his stomach to stop trying to turn itself inside out, and the pain to leave his head. Before another thought could be formed, Tanner realized a cloud of odor surrounded him. His body rebelled at the added insult, and Tanner began to gag.

"Oh god, what's that smell?"

"Oh, I thought some nice sunny-side-up eggs, a little cabbage hash, scrapple with lots of liver and chocolate milk would be good for breakfast."

Tanner slapped his hand across his mouth, gagging non-stop at the horrid combination of foods. Randy flipped the conglomeration in the skillet, sending fresh waves of odors through the room and Tanner racing for the bathroom. A vindictive smile grew on Randy's lips as he heard dry heaves. He turned off the fire and started scraping the eggs and burnt spam into the trash. He realized what he had just done was petty, but he was too hurt to care. He also realized with a smirk that sometime later he would need to explain about scrapple.

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Tanner shuffled to the apartment, not sure if he could take another night of Randy's cold shoulder. It had been a week since the party, and communication from Randy was in monosyllables. He'd thought about calling his uncle, or even his mom, but it did not seem like a good solution. As his dragging feet touched the first step, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hi Tanner. Are you enjoying this fine weather we're having?"

Tanner glanced around and spotted Jenny in a sunny part of her flowerbeds. "Hi Jenny. Yeah, I guess the weather is fine."

Jenny rocked back on her heels and pushed back the wide-brimmed hat she wore when working outside. After pausing for a few moments, she motioned Tanner over. "Come help an old woman. I'm planting tulips, and I need a strapping young man to help me."

Tanner sighed but sat his backpack on the stairs and shuffled over. He dreaded the conversation actually; she always seemed to know when he and Randy had trouble. Admittedly, she usually was helpful, but Tanner just wanted it all to go away. He wasn't in the mood to rehash it again. He'd been doing that enough on his own. But he knew he could not escape without hurting her feeling, so he gritted his teeth and moved to help.

Tanner was relieved when the conversation was light and casual, focused on what new perennials Jenny wanted to put out next spring, and which needed divided. Tanner nodded, grunting agreement when needed, but mostly listening to the old woman prattle.

Later Tanner would never be able to identify what changed and made him want to ask Jenny for advice. Maybe it was the warm sun, the rich earth or some magic unique to her. Regardless of the reason, Tanner found himself sitting beside Jenny and telling her the whole story, leaving no details out. He laid the blame out as he saw it, and hoped that she could see some way to get him out of this mess. He was tired of Randy being angry with him, he was tired of sleeping by himself, but most of all he ached for his best friend — and the accompanying comfort and guidance. Tanner soon realized that this time, sharing his burden with Jenny was not going to be enough. After he finished, Jenny laid down her tools, and slipped off her garden gloves as she thought about what Tanner had just shared. She looked at Tanner with a peculiar smile on her face.

"Humans get in the damnedest predicaments don't they?"

Tanner looked at her with his mouth hanging open, not knowing what to take from that statement. Finally, he found his voice and couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, ma'am. We sure can. And I'll be darned if I know what to do this time."

"Yes sir. Like I always say, adulthood sucks!"

Tanner chuckled again; uncertain of why these nonsensical statements were making him laugh. "Yes ma'am. Adulthood does suck. It was easier when my mom could fix everything."

Jenny nodded and looked contemplative. "And what would the fine Mrs. Carson have done."

Tanner thought for a minute and considered the question. "She woulda said it was my fault, no one held me down and made me eat them things."

"Hmm, yeah. That's probably true. But I'm thinking twasn't all your fault neither."

Tanner nodded, "Yes, she'd say part of the blame was Jarred's, for several things."

"Yup, yup. Your momma'd be right. Seems to me, you need to get everyone in the same room and get Randy the whole truth, which I don't think he's got yet."

"Randy'd kill Jarred!" said Tanner.

Jenny grinned, "Nah, maybe toss 'em around a bit. But not kill 'em outright."

Tanner looked at her in shock, and then couldn't keep from laughing. As he thought about it, he realized Randy's information was limited to what he'd seen, and Tanner's foggy recollections. They needed to make a trip to see Jarred.

"Yes, you're right," said Tanner as the pieces began to fit in place. He wasn't sure how to do it yet, but he needed Jarred and Randy together, and talking. He jumped up and started to race to their apartment, excited for the first time in a week. Suddenly, he realized that Jenny had asked him to help. Tanner spun and ran back to Jenny.

"Sorry, I told you I would help..."

Jenny turned and waved him off with a smile. "Child, go take care of your husband. You got them adult things to deal with right now. There're always more bulbs you can help me with."

Tanner grinned, stooped down and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks Jenny! You're the best!"

Jenny chuckled and waved him off. She turned back to her planting, still laughing as she dug the next hole. "Damn straight I'm the best. Don't you forget it either, young man."

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Randy twisted in his seat, disbelief written across his face. His emotions raged as he turned on Tanner.

"You must be fuck'n kidding me! You tricked me into going with you to Jarred's! You son of a bitch!"

"Randy, give me 10 minutes. If you're still pissed, then I'll take you back home."

Randy shot Tanner a look that spoke volumes. "You don't have enough time in the world to make me like this little shit."

"Come on. Do this for me. Please."

Randy turned and almost kicked the door open as he exited the pickup. He stepped onto the sidewalk and followed Tanner to the door. Randy got his first surprise when one of his friends from the lacrosse team answered the door.

"Mack? What're you doing here?" said Randy with a bite.

Mack nodded, his lips a grim line. "Tanner asked for my help. I've been... waiting with Jarred."

Randy looked over at Tanner and wondered what he had up his sleeve. They followed Mack into the living room. Randy saw Jarred's head spin toward them and he started screaming at them.

"Undo these fucking cuffs you worthless rednecks! You don't know who you're messing with! The police will be here in minutes when I get to the phone, and all you slack-holed piss ants will be in jail. I'll have your nuts as a trophy to—"

Mack leaned in with an evil look on his face. "And what will the cops think when we all tell 'em you were giving alcohol to minors, and then taking advantage of them when they're wasted?"

Jarred's mouth opened and closed a few times, then slumped against the chair. He tried to cross his arms over his thin chest, but hit the end of the cuffs. He glared at Randy.

Tanner turned to Mack and lifted an eyebrow. "Cuffs? I just asked you to make sure he was here."

Mack shrugged and grinned at Tanner. "They're his. But don't ask why he brought them out. Ok, you forced it out of me, I guess Sir Jarred has a bit of a bondage fetish."

Jarred turned from the trio, and Tanner could have sworn he heard, "Only with certain guys."

Tanner let out a deep breath and motioned for everyone to take a seat. He sat in front of Jarred and stared at him until their eyes met. After a few heartbeats Jarred dropped his gaze, unable to look at Tanner. The silence was beginning to loom when Tanner started.

"I need you to tell Randy what happened at your party."

Jarred's head flipped up, and he glared at Tanner. Jarred turned to Randy with a malicious look and said, "Your boyfriend got slutty drunk and begged for a real piece of ass."

Tanner started to respond, but Mack beat him to it. "That's a fucking lie. You were the one making sure Tanner had a handful of Jello shots the whole fuck'n night."

"Damn goodie two-shoes fairy. Fine. Poor Tanner was abused by me, I carried him to the pool table and begged him to dry fuck me."

Randy's entire body trembled in fury as he walked over to Jarred. He leaned down and grabbed the slight man's chin so they were face to face. "That's strike two. You get one more time, if you screw up again Mack's going to let you go, and you and I are going to corner off. You got it?"

Jarred watched Randy back away, his body shaking. Turning to the others, Jarred pursed his lips. "Fine. Yes, I've been trying to get in cowboy Bob's pants ever since he joined GSA. So yes, I made sure the Jello shots looked like jelly candies, and gave him enough to tranquilize an elephant." He shot Randy a look of pure hatred. "He still wanted you, you dumb fucking jock. But after another handful of Jello shots I told him I was you... and he believed me." He shot Randy another hateful look. "Apparently, you're a fucking hot catcher."

Tanner moved forward, furious at Jarred's dig, but Randy caught his arm. "Not worth it," muttered Randy. He turned toward Jarred. "What else?"

"That's it, big boy. It was about to get interesting when you showed up and screwed up the fun." He turned to Mack. "Happy now?"

Mack looked at Randy and Tanner. Randy nodded. "I think we're done. You can let him go."

He motioned Tanner toward the door. As they were headed out of the room, he heard Mack tell Jarred. "You know, these cuffs might be fun..." and Jarred let out a giggle.

Tanner and Randy climbed into the pickup, and Tanner started toward their apartment. After a few blocks, Randy turned to Tanner. "It was partly your fault."

"Yeah, I know."

"I tried to tell you about him."

"Yes, you did."

"This can never happen again," said Randy.

"No. But there will be other things, and it's not fair to just leave me twisting in the wind either. Jenny helped me this time, but this whole relationship thing is still pretty new to me."

"Yeah, I know. But it just pissed me off so bad," Randy took a deep breath. "No, it scared the shit out of me. You could have your choice of men, and I don't understand why you chose me."

"Because I love you, dumbass," said Tanner with a smile.

Randy smiled for the first time in a long while, and leaned over the console and kissed Tanner on the cheek. He relaxed against the seat while Tanner drove away from Jarred's house. After a few minutes, he turned to Tanner.

"You know, you did promise to take me out for a meal."

Tanner looked at him with a grin. "Oh is that so? And where did I say I was taking you?"

"I believe you said Louie's."

"Hmm, I think that might work," said Tanner with a smile.

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Tanner rolled over and whispered in Randy's ear, "Happy birthday, handsome."

Randy opened one eye and stretched. "Morning."

"It's your birthday. You're all legal and everything."

"Ummm, yeah I am." Randy reached out and took Tanner in his arms, pulled him close and nibbled at his neck.

"I think I have everything I want for my birthday."

Tanner wiggled free, turned to the nightstand, yanked out an envelope and handed it to Randy.

"I have you some real presents too. But this one you need this morning."

Randy pulled out the card and read it. He looked at Tanner with lifted eyebrows. "Really? You sure?"

Tanner kissed his man hard and then released him. "Yes, I'm sure."

Randy smiled and turned the card so Tanner could see his own writing. "Sex slave? Really?"

Tanner chuckled, a pink glow coming to his face. "Yeah, I wanna be your sex slave today."

"And you want to give me your virginity?"

"Yup!"

"That's great, but..."

Tanner chuckled, "It'll be great, Babe. And we'll always remember it."

"Yeah, people remember the Hindenburg too."

"Well, if you don't want to," said Tanner with a frown.

Randy turned and grabbed Tanner by the crotch. "Say bitch, you're going to remember today forever, and you will be walking funny tomorrow."

Tanner groaned and pressed his crotch against Randy's hand, his eyes fluttering. He almost fell forward when he was released. He watched as Randy hurried to the bathroom and returned with lube and his smallest butt plug. He sat beside Tanner, showed him the plug and smiled. "I want you to wear this all day, slave. It'll keep you nice and hard."

"Put it in, Babe. I want you to put it in me," said Tanner with a slight quiver in his voice.

Randy slapped Tanner's butt cheek, his cock stiffening at the sight of the red hand print, and Tanner's sigh of pleasure.

"Spread those ass cheeks for me," said Randy. He watched as Tanner obeyed, panting as he pried his cheeks apart to give Randy a good view. His asshole twitched and pulsed with desire as he waited to be used. Randy squirted cool lube over Tanner's pucker and smeared it with his finger. Tanner gasped as Randy's thick finger slid into his gut. Tanner was surprised when he felt nothing but pleasure as the sensations mounted. After a few minutes of slow fingering, Randy added a second finger and opened Tanner further. Once Tanner was thrashing under his careful prodding, Randy let his fingers slip out. Picking up the plug, he coated it with lube and then pressed its tip against Tanner's distended hole.

Tanner groaned as the sensations of carnal need washed over him. Randy watched as his ass stretched, taking the butt plug slowly. He knew the sensations were building; Tanner writhed as the toy slid inside him. As the sensations built, Tanner pressed backward, wanting to be filled. When the plug snapped into place, Tanner let out a muffled gasp.

"Oh fuck! Damn, that feels good," said Tanner through the blissful haze.

Randy picked up a t-shirt from the floor and used it to clean Tanner. With a final slap on Tanner's ass, he released his sexy lover.

"There you go. That should last you all day. If it gets dry, lube it up again."

Tanner rolled over, the plug moving inside him and causing him to gasp. "Yeah, I have a lab this afternoon too, I'll take it out for that."

Randy grasped Tanner's chin and grinned at him. "Oh no, slave. You wear the plug to class, and I want details of what happens."

"No fucking way!" squealed Tanner.

Randy reached down and pushed in the base of the plug, eliciting a groan from Tanner.

"Way dude, or you don't get dicked tonight."

"Fuck!" said Tanner, as jolts of pleasure coursed through him when the plug moved inside his ass.

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Tanner was trying to focus on the meal he was making for the two of them, but most of his attention was on his ass and the plug that had teased him all day. His underwear had been soaked with precum by the time he walked home. He was certain Randy would enjoy the stories he had to share. At this point, he was wearing just a baggy pair of shorts, and his semi-erect cock was tenting it out nicely. As he put the first dishes on the table, he heard a key slide into the lock. Turning, Tanner was ecstatic to see Randy coming through the door.

He watched over his shoulder as Randy dropped his books by the door. Tanner kept his back to his lover as Randy walked over and wrapped his arms around him.

"How was your day, baby?" asked Randy.

"You mean other than sporting this all day?" said Tanner as he turned, his cock tenting his boxers.

Randy seemed shocked. "You actually wore it all day? Even to class?"

"Yeah, that was the whole idea with being your sex slave, I do exactly what you say," said Tanner in frustration.

"Oh my god! I thought you'd take it out and ignore me."

Tanner started laughing. "Oh no, I was a very good little slave. I wore it through the whole two-hour lab. And the TA asked me if I needed to go to the infirmary. She thought I looked a little flushed. And... one of the Goth boys winked at me. For some reason, I think he knew I had it in and might have had in something similar."

By the time Tanner finished his recount, Randy was collapsed onto the table in laughter. Frustrated and horny, Tanner walked up and started humping against Randy.

"Come on, Giggles. I have dinner ready, and you better like it, or lie really well."

"I'm sure it'll be delicious."

The two sat down and dug into the food. Both of them were hungry and eager to start the after-dinner fun. They chatted all through the meal, the grin never leaving Randy's face. Once they had downed the last morsel of food, Tanner dropped the dishes in the sink for later. Randy sat in his chair, propped back on two legs, and watched as Tanner cleaned up. He smiled at the sight of Tanner's dick that had not softened during the whole meal. Tanner tossed the dishcloth into the sink and walked to Randy.

"Is my master ready to take my cherry?"

"Tanner, I want your first time to be special. Something you'll always remember," said Randy chewing on his lip.

Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy hard. "Like yours was, with rocks digging into your back?"

Randy looked at Tanner with love written across his face. "It was with you, it was wonderful, and I guarantee I'll never forget it."

"Exactly," said Tanner. "And besides, this plug has me so horny that Jarred is starting to look good!"

Randy let out a soft growl. "Best not to mention that little asshole."

Tanner pulled Randy close and kissed him with heat while Randy shoved down his shorts. Tanner stepped out of his clothes and let Randy push him toward the bathroom.

"You go take out your little friend and clean up. I'll get things ready out here."

Tanner grinned and headed for the bathroom while Randy turned and sat on the bed. Moving to the edge, he kicked off his shoes and then threw off the last of his clothes. He heard water running in the bathroom, and hurried to get the room into a more romantic atmosphere. By the time Tanner emerged, Randy was reclining on the bed naked, his semi-hard cock snaking across his thigh, the room lit by a handful of candles.

Randy watched as Tanner walked across the room and crawled onto the bed between his spread legs. Tanner pressed his face under Randy's nuts and inhale deeply. The action alone was enough to cause blood to pour into Randy's cock until it was steel hard and dripping precum. He uttered a low moan of pleasure as Tanner sucked his nuts into his mouth and slathered them with spit until Randy's scrotum dripped saliva.

He watched Tanner move higher, his hot breath circling Randy's cock just before he plunged his head downward, impaling his mouth on Randy's manhood. With a sigh, Randy relaxed against the bed, his fingers splayed across his own chest, tantalizing his nipples as waves of pleasure surged through his body. Just as the waves began to crest, Tanner released Randy's cock and lay across his bare chest. Tanner kissed down Randy's neck as his hand roamed over the perfectly furred chest.

"So Master, what do you want your slave to do now?"

Randy let out a low growl, surprising even himself that the master/slave game was turning him on more than he would have imagined. Grabbing Tanner's head, Randy's tongue ravaged his mouth, forcing its way over and over into his receptive cavity. He felt Tanner humping against him, seeking release. Randy lifted him away and locked eyes with his lover.