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“As a result, the notion of sin or moral responsibility cannot be applied to our dreams” - Owen Flanagan
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Luke sprinted along the dimly lit corridors of the old and frankly rather large building, chastising himself. He should have known that the brothers would make a run for it the moment he turned his back to them. Not that he was overly worried about what they were to do once free, but the trouble could have been avoided if he had kept a better eye on them.
He rounded a corner, and heard Joe’s voice.
“Now!”, he shouted and before Luke could react, the four brothers threw themselves at him with all their might. Luke fell hard to the ground and he struggled to fight them off, but he had to realize soon enough that they were stronger. Within a minute they had subdued him. Jack and William had grabbed his legs and Averell was holding his wrists tightly. Joe stepped up to him with one foot on each side of his ribcage, leaning down over him, and grabbed Luke's gun from its holster to press the barrel against Luke’s cheek.
Joe was so short he was practically sitting on his stomach, Luke noticed. That was... Luke didn't dare to call it anything else than unexpected, but deep down, he knew that it was a dangerous thing to have Joe so close.
“Well then, cowpoke”, Joe said, grinning broadly “This time, we got you for real, no getting out of this one!”
Luke tried once more to free himself, but Averell was a lot stronger than he looked and Jack and William were holding him in place with their whole body weight. Joe was right, he was stuck.
“William, rope!”, Joe ordered and his second youngest brother scrambled to hand over the rope that he had taken with him. Joe leaned closer over the cowboy and practically purred into his ear, a dangerous and sinfully hot growl in his voice. Luke felt the breath hitch in his throat and his blood rush south. This bastard knew what he was doing, there was no other way! “We’re going to tie you up nice and snug, so you won’t bother us when we rob the bank. And once we’re finished with that, we’ll take care of you once and for all.”
Luke couldn’t help it; as desperately as he tried to stop it, a moan slipped past his lips. Joe stopped short, looking confused, and Luke felt his heart jump up into his throat. Shit, he just fucked up, didn’t he? Joe was not doing this on purpose, was not trying to rile him up.
But instead of jumping up and doing all the cursing and accusing, Joe scooted back, right against Luke's hard-on. Slowly, understanding dawned on his face, quickly morphing into a wolfish grin. Luke swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch.
“Is that a second gun in your pants or are you happy to see me?”, Joe asked sweetly and grinned when Luke blushed terribly and had to break eye contact, not knowing where to look instead. He turned around to Jack and William, exchanging looks with them that were heavy with understanding and agreement. Luke could spot the two middle brothers’ grins mirroring Joe’s and he felt his heart pick up speed. What were they planning?
Only Averell seemed confused. “Shouldn’t we take away the gun before he overpowers us again?”, he wondered, but Joe ignored the words and just handed him the rope.
“Tie his wrists, Averell.”
The youngest did as he was told, tying Luke’s hands above his head, while Joe scooted down his body once more. Luke stared after him with big eyes and burning ears. He was transfixed, impossibly turned on by this unexpected turn of events, not daring to make a sound in fear that they would stop.
“Let’s have some fun, shall we?”, Joe said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Luke was in his hands, entirely at his mercy, and shit if they both didn’t enjoy that!
Ever so slowly, without breaking eye contact, he pressed against Luke’s boner, rubbed against him, ground down to press their hips together, making Luke bite his lip in a desperate attempt not to let out a moan at the thought that it was just a few layers of fabric between them; their erections could be pressing together if not for the clothes.
Joe was good at this, moving just so to make Luke rock hard and ache for more, yet not giving so much as an inch to his little thrusts, pushing off just enough to be out of reach. The message was clear: stay still. Not that Luke was good at that. After a while, Joe scooted back up to sit on his chest again and as if on cue, Jack and William dove for Luke’s pants, opening them with swift fingers and letting his erection spring free. Two sets of hands were on his dick, grasping him surely, easily moving in sync, and he could no longer stop the moans spilling from his lip.
Joe grinned down at him and opened his own trousers. Luke licked his lips, feeling excitement bubble up in him, for he knew that he was to get a taste of that dick. Then, he opened his mouth, an unmistakable invitation, and when the hands on his own dick made him gasp again, Joe finally pressed the head of his cock against his tongue and Luke sucked him in readily, keeping eye contact.
Joe cursed quietly under his breath and his eyelids seemed to flutter shut on their own accord for a moment, but he forced them back open, threw the cowboy a grin as he leaned over him and start to thrust into his mouth in shallow movements.
“Can I join?”, Averell suddenly asked from above and Luke craned his neck to look up at him. The youngest brother sat cross-legged on the floor with Luke’s bound wrists in his lap, looking entirely relaxed. Luke was struck by the thought that maybe – as slow as he sometimes was – he might not understand what was going on.
“You have his hands right there”, Joe answered breathlessly. “Put them to some good use for once.”
Averell nodded readily and looked down at Luke. There was a soft smile on his lips, one so characteristic for him and so unfitting for this situation that Luke couldn’t look away.
“Would you be so kind, Mister Luke?”, he asked and reached down to touch the palm of Luke’s hand softly, a request rather than a demand and Luke felt his heart warm at the ready display of affection. He nodded, feeling even more excited to get to know Averell more intimately now.
“He’s our prisoner, you don’t go about asking him, knucklehead!”, Joe growled, but cut off his scolding with a groan: Luke, who found that redirecting Joe’s attention was the best course of action if he wanted to keep the established peace and keep the brothers all over him, swirled his tongue about Joe’s dick in his mouth with all the finesse he could muster when there was suddenly another mouth hot and wet descending onto his own hardness while Averell above him opened his pants and let Luke finally get his hands on him.
Averell’s dick was rather proportional to his general height, and Luke needed both his hands to be able to stroke him well in this rather complicated position, but Averell sighed with a happy little smile on his lips and his eyes fell shut.
Suddenly, Luke became aware of an insistent tugging on his pants. They were pulled down to his ankles and a set of hands that had been missing for the last few moments now wandered down to his behind. Luke swallowed thickly against Joe’s dick in his mouth, wondering if one of them would really do what he thought they would. He felt like he would cum any second now, with Joe in his mouth, Averell in his hands and the middle brothers giving him their undivided attention.
His assumption turned out to be right, suddenly he could feel an erection press against his entrance, pushing in bit by bit. Luke moaned loudly and pressed back at whoever of the two middle brothers it was. He received a shaky breathless curse in return and hands on his hips holding him steady. The mouth on his dick had disappeared. Instead, William appeared next to Joe, looking a bit disappointed. It seemed that he lost against his brother in regard to who of them was to fuck Luke and could not suck him off either for the lack of space between his two elder brothers. At least, Joe did not seem to have realized what was happening behind him, still thrusting into Luke’s mouth while trying to suppress his moans.
Luke wiggled against his restrains until Averell understood and kindly opened the bonds, then he reached one of his newly freed hands to grasp for William’s waistband. The second youngest quickly undid his pants and eagerly scooted closer for Luke to wrap his hand around his erection as well.
Luke blinked up at him softly, feeling far too hot and fuzzy all over. He should not be feeling like this when he was being used like a fuck-toy, by the Dalton brothers no less! He should be angry, he should hate it, should struggle and defend himself, not open his legs and mouth wider for them and moan greedily as they used him whichever way they liked.
And yet. It felt amazing, the hands grabbing his hips, his shoulders, his wrists; the skin contact, the smell of sweat and arousal, the pants, moans and breathless curses filling the air. A pathetic whimper left his lips and he forgot how to breathe for a moment when Jack finally started moving, picking up a rhythm that made him see stars as that spot inside him was hit repeatedly.
Suddenly, the dick from his mouth was gone. Joe turned around, anger brewing hot in him as he finally noticed what was going on behind him. He was jealous, Luke knew it intuitively without even having to look once. What else was there to be angry about?
“Joe!”, Luke whined. How could he leave him without dick just like that? He was glad that calling his name had the effect of calming Joe and redirecting the attention back to him instantly. The oldest brother looked down at him with flushed cheeks, a heaving chest and wide eyes for a moment, before he started smiling and returned to leaning over him with his erection just out of reach.
“What you want, cowboy?”, he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face. Luke swallowed thickly.
“I want your dick in my mouth”, he mumbled, ignoring the furious blush he could feel burning on his cheeks, because he knew that he would not get it back until he said it out loud.
“And here I thought you're the one of us who finds politeness important.”
“Please?”, he asked. As soon as he had said it and Joe’s eyes began sparkling, he realized his mistake.
“Please what?”, Joe asked back and Luke felt like he was about to die of shame – or of coming so hard, because Jack was fucking him so well, just shy of too much and too deep, and forming words was difficult.
“I would like your dick in my mouth please”, he finally managed to say between the moans and gasps Jack fucked out of him. Joe nodded and leaned closer.
“And would you like to cum?”, he wanted to know in a low voice. Luke nodded, his voice giving out on him. He wanted to come so badly, and he was so close, he felt like he was going to lose consciousness the moment he finally did.
Joe grinned at him victoriously.
“See, it's not that difficult, hm?”, he murmured, then, finally, pushed his erection against Luke’s lips again, fucking into his mouth as the cowboy’s eyes rolled back. Getting fucked by two people at the same time and having each a dick in his hands was too much. He moaned and whined, wrapped his legs desperately around Jack and pulled him ever closer. William had his hands on him, he realized distantly, softly rubbing his stomach and chest, while Averell was brushing his thumb over his forehead and cheek. Another sound left his stuffed mouth as a strange warmth filled his chest.
The brothers were surrounding him from every direction, their presence all-encompassing. The fuzzy warmth spreading all over him seemed to pulse with every single move, making feel like he was part of something much bigger, something indescribable and beautiful.
Suddenly, he was struck by the wish to see Jack’s face, to see the way he looked when he was fucking him like this. Was his face as flushed as Joe’s or did he look as content with the world and himself as Averell did?
But even thinking started to become difficult. Luke felt suspended just at the edge to his orgasm and even though it felt like he was up in the clouds, it was torture. He let out a miserable whimper, forcing his eyes open to look up at Joe pleadingly. The oldest brother understood him easily.
“Want to cum now?”, he asked breathlessly and Luke nodded. “Well then.”
Joe leaned back and reached behind himself grasping Luke’s weeping erection in a sure grip. The touch was electric. It took but a single stroke for Luke to come harder than he’d ever done before. Somehow, he was sure that his cum was splattering against Joe’s back, who was coming hard in his mouth, and Jack was filling him up hot and wet. William’s cum was hitting his side and Averell’s all over his hand and face.
With a start, Luke jerked awake. Wide-eyed, he looked about, finding himself laying on the ground with the saddle at his neck and Jolly standing close by, flicking his ears and looking at him with raised eyebrows. Apart from him, the desert was empty and silent. The sun was coming up over the horizon, colouring the sky first purple, then pink and orange.
It was a dream, Luke realized. With a groan, he sat up and rubbed his face. What the hell kind of dream was that? What was wrong with him?!
“Morning, cowboy. Are you alright?”, Jolly asked and Luke wished for once that his dear friends wouldn’t care about him this much and wouldn’t just ask questions like this early in the morning. What was he supposed to tell him anyways?
“Morning”, he croaked out in a voice so rough, he got the sneaking suspicion that he had been rather vocal in the night, “Just a weird dream.”
Jolly snorted and shook out his mane. “So much I’ve gathered”, he said pointedly and Luke wanted to die of shame. Oh god, how much exactly did Jolly know? Had he said any names while asleep?
To dream of his worst enemies like this! The most irredeemable evil-doers in the whole Wild West and he had dreamt about them doing this to him?! Not to mention that he’d invited them in, wanting them to do it and enjoying it. He wished nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, never to be seen again. What was wrong with him?
Luke staggered to his feet, made a face at the ugly feeling in his pants, but pretended that nothing was amiss when he noted Jolly’s questioning gaze, and went to make some coffee. It was a soothing thing to go through all the motions and to just sit and stare into nothingness until the kettle was finished brewing. Jolly knew not to speak to much in moments like these when Luke was more than a little desperate for his morning coffee.
The clump of ice in Luke’s stomach didn’t melt with the hot drink. He felt miserable and confused. Why would he dream such a thing? He didn’t even like the Daltons! They were criminals, robbing, lying and stealing at every corner, there was nothing positive about them!
“Sometimes, dreams express something that we, in our waking state, dare not think of”, Jolly said when Luke was at his third cup. The cowboy flinched so hard at the words that the horse was quick to continue, “Sometimes they have meaning, but most often, they are just that; dreams. They hold no consequence for reality and a few hours into the day, you’ll have forgotten about it again.”
Luke stared into his cup and he wondered again how much Jolly knew. “Yeah, I’d like to forget that dream as quickly as possible.”
His friend flicked his ears, looking rather concerned. “Was it a dream that scared you?”
Luke shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter.” With that, he stood up and started collecting his things to put them away into the saddle bags. Jolly watched him wordlessly the whole time.
“Where to?”, he asked when Luke got on his back and turned him to a new direction.
“I think it’s time for a long vacation.”