He stared into the mirror, his dark eyes taking inventory of his outfit, or lack there of, raking his nude figure from top to bottom. He was wearing a black leather cowboy hat low over his eyes with a braided leather band around the base and a bird feather dangling down from the back, from time to time it brushed his shoulder blades, bringing forth a wonderful tickling feeling. His body was nude, olive in color, smooth in texture, and poised for flight, for a battle he knew would happen soon. He stared down at his cowboy boots. They were deepest black snakeskin, perfection embodied in leather, and they were his favorites, along with the matching leather cowboy hat he was sporting atop his newly dyed head.

His hair was, for once, its natural deep chocolate shade, that matched his eyes, and shown in the dim light of the lit bedroom, as he still continued to survey his still figure. He began to sing to himself, remembering most of the lyrics and cutting out a few that didn't seem necessary, because obviously he wasn't doing anything at the moment, and had time to kill before the big show down going down at high noon.

It was now eleven fifty-five.

His nervousness didn't show as he continued to stare at himself, and started to rap softly to his reflection.

"Wicked wild, wild. Wicked wicked wild, wicked wild. Wicked wicked. Wild Wild West, Alex Mack, desperado, rough rider, no you don't want nada. None of this, six gunnin' this, brotha runnin this, buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya any pretty bitch that's in distress be out of them clothes when they meet Alex Mack," he did a slow grind to the reflection, his reflection doing it back at him as he ran his hands down his body and gave himself a show. "Rough neck so go check the law and abide. Watch your step reflex and get a whole in your side. Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react. You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at." His fingers twitched against his naked thighs, as he licked his lips, staring over the tops of his old-fashioned small-framed sunglasses and did a sharp hip thrust to his reflection, "With 'lil hick Frick, from the start of this runnin' the game, Alex Mack tamin' the west so remember the name. Wild Wild West. When I roll into the Wild Wild West. When I stroll into the Wild Wild West. When I bounce into the Wild Wild West."

He didn't know what had brought on this strange song and sensual dance routine, he wasn't dancing for anyone but himself, but he was really liking it and really getting into it, when he heard a sound and stopped momentarily.

"McLean!"

The man sounded angry, he thought, startled at the loud yell that broke his little song and dance session, biting his lip and turning a slow circle to face away from the mirror. His ass cheeks clenched in the mirror as he squared his shoulders, let his hands fall to his sides, and walked out of the bedroom in search of the voice that had yelled his name in anger. His heart pounded in a fast staccato of beats, his body tightening and tensing in preparation.

It could've only been one person, though. The one who called him had growled out that yell like a man possessed. It could only be Kevin Richardson, the law around these parts. McLean was on the run and only one had succeeded in tracking him here. He wasn't going to go down without one hell of a fight, though. McLean was no yellow-bellied coward and would never give into the law. Especially a lawman called Richardson who'd been after him for a long time now and continued to make his life hell.

McLean peeked around the doorjamb, his eyes narrowing over his colored shades, his muscles flexed and taut and ready for immediate action if necessary.

"Big Alex McLean, get yer scrawny, no-good, varmint ass out here so's we can git this fight started. It's ne'er on noontime, and I ain't got all damn day!" yelled Richardson from somewhere downstairs.

McLean's eyes peered over the sunglasses, his boots made soft thudding sounds on the carpeted stairs as he descended to his fate and the fight of his young life. He was soon in the entrance to the living room, and his eyes were greeted by the naked backside of Richardson.

"Let's git this fight on with, Richardson. I got cat houses to git to, moonshine to get liquored up with and other fights to be in. Old man, turn around so I can see that ugly mug of yers," his stance was poised and tensed, his fingers flickering against his naked thighs as he stared at Richardson's bare backside intently.

Richardson slowly turned, muscles rippling with his movement, his broad back naked and straight and tan, his eyes training on McLean's once he'd turned around fully to face him.

Richardson's wardrobe was slightly more than McLean's. He also wore a cowboy hat atop his head, a black Stetson. Long, unruly, dark hair framed his hard, stony face, making his unshaven jaw jut out even more as it set hard, making his lips press into a firm, thin, pissed off line. Emerald eyes sparkled and glared at McLean from under the brim of his hat, and McLean's eyes trailed down Richardson's body, much the same way Richardson's trailed down his own in inventory.

Richardson's hard, muscled stomach clenched, his glistening body shone in the cascading light that entered through the sheer curtains from outside. His hard, muscled thighs were spread and covered in heavy leather chaps. They were crotchless and assless, and Richardson was nearly as naked as McLean was, but that made no never mind to either man. They were there on principle, on honor, and Richardson was taking McLean. One way or another.

Boot-encased ankles flexed inside the confining, rough leather, and Richardson's hard eyes stared McLean down, "It's high noon and yer not gettin' outta this one, McLean. You and me's got some unfinished business. This town ain't big enough fer the both of us. I gotta take yer pole-cat ass in. Are you gonna come quiet like or are you gonna put up a fight?"

McLean's eyes rose from where he'd been staring between Richardson's powerful legs, his own stance mocking the older man's. "I ain't one to go peaceful-like. Gimme yer best shot, you ornery old goat."

Richardson's eyebrows rose, then slanted as anger replaced his surprise. "That was what I was hoping you'd say, McLean. I get downright angered if I don't git in a good fight a'fore supper time."

McLean snorted, his eyes sparkling over the rims of his sunglasses. He shifted, "Then come and git me, if'n yer sorry, no-good, old wrinkly ass can catch me."

Richardson's eyes widened as McLean took off, turning and running for the pateo doors and out into the backyard. His lips twitched into a small grin as he gave chase, following the younger, nude man out into the backyard. He licked those lips as he gained on McLean, his cock hardening at the sight of McLean's bare ass moving as he sprinted around the edge of the pool.

"I'ma gonna git yer nekkid ass, McLean. Yer a gonna pay fer yer bad ways in spades."

McLean's body flushed with heat, his cock coming to life in front of him, hitting his taut stomach as he passed the pool and ran awkwardly in his cowboy boots down into the lower part of the backyard and to the gazebo.

"I ain't thinkin' that's a gonna happen, Richardson. I ain't never been caught nor have I been tamed by any man. The law ain't gonna do nothin' to me, Richardson. I always get my way," he cackled loudly, his boots slipping a little on the dew-wet grass as he turned and fled around the little pool house.

Richardson's teeth clenched together, his own booted feet echoing loudly on the path to the pool house. "Yer a loud-mouthed, little-assed, no-account fool, McLean. I ain't never lost nobody yet, and I ain't about to start now. I'ma gonna catch yer little ass and I'll give you the what for but good. Yer a gonna pay for yer crimes."

McLean's cock twitched at Richardson's words, still running from the older man, hearing him catch quickly up to him. He was starting to think he'd catch him soon, because the older man apparently was much faster than he was.

"That no-assed crack was goin' too far, Richardson. I ain't takin' no smart-assed words from nobody, least of all you." His tongue slipped out of his mouth to wet his dry lips, and he ran back up the other side of the pool, hearing Richardson's boots thudding loudly on the concrete after his own. He flew into the house, and raced up the stairs, hearing the thump of Richardson following after. He veered off to the left, running into a guest bedroom, stopping and panting, and watching Richardson follow suit.

Richardson's mouth parted as he stopped, out of breath, in the doorway. His hands rose and propped themselves on either side of the door, and he posed with one hip jutting forward slightly, his lips twitching in an amused, self-satisfied smile as he stared at the obviously trapped younger man.

"You were saying?" Richardson cocked an eyebrow at McLean, lips twitching in amusement.

"Fuck off, old man. You ain't caught me yet, Richardson." McLean backed up until his bare ass hit the cold wall. "Shit."

Richardson's eyes glittered, and he walked into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. "It's only a matter of time, McLean. You can let me take you in the easy way, or the hard way, it's your decision. But, either way, I'ma gonna git you."

McLean's throat constricted, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly over the lump in his esophagus. "I uh this ain't fair."

"Life ain't fair, McLean," Richardson said, advancing on him like a hunter after its prey. He reached into his chaps, pulling out something McLean hadn't known was there. He threw the item at McLean, "Git on that there bed and put those on. Do it nice and tight like through the slats in the bed. I don't want you gittin' away whiles I make you feel the full effects of the law."

McLean swallowed again, his body tightening in anticipation and fear of the unknown, catching the shiny, silver, metal handcuffs Richardson threw at him. He eyed them skeptically, handling them carefully in the palm of one hand.

"You expect me to trap myself in that there bed and let you do whatever you want with me?"

Richardson took a step forward, nodding. He licked his lips as he watched McLean through narrowed eyes.

McLean shrugged a shoulder indifferently. "All righty then, lawman."

Taking his sweet time, he positioned himself on his back on the bed, cuffing himself the way Richardson had told him to. Soon, he was lying prone on the bed, hatless, still wearing his sunglasses and boots, and awaiting Richardson's punishment.

Richardson pulled his boots off, leaving everything else he was wearing, which wasn't much, on, and slowly crawled onto the edge of the bed. "Spread them skinny little chicken legs of yers, McLean."

McLean did as he said, his lips parting slightly as he watched the older man looming over him. "They ain't chicken legs. What are you gonna do to me, Richardson?"

Richardson's lips parted to reveal pearl white teeth, his large hands running up McLean's thighs, skimming the hot skin with experienced fingertips. "I brought you in and captured you. I git to do anything my little heart desires. You know what I want to do to yer tight little ass, McLean?"

McLean sucked in a sharp breath, staring up at Richardson with narrowed eyes. "I don't rightly know, Richardson. I figure yer either gonna tell me or show me. I think you should show me, unless yer not man enough. Unless, yer not the big, hard man you try to pretend to me." His eyes lowered to Richardson's erection. "Yer not all that big and hard. I think yer just a little softy."

Richardson's eyes blazed as he held McLean's. "Yer a gonna pay fer that, McLean. I'ma gonna teach you a lesson you ain't never gonna fergit." Richardson crawled to the side a little, grabbing a tube of lubrication from the drawer beside the bed, then positioned himself between McLean's legs. "Yer sorry hide's never gonna fergit this, McLean. Yer ass is gonna be so sore after I'm through with you..."

McLean's dick twitched against his stomach, as he lay there helpless to what Richardson had planned for him. "Do yer worst, Richardson."

Lips curled into an evil grin, "I will at that, McLean. I will at that."

McLean's pulse quickened as Richardson's large frame crawled to straddle his, pushing his Stetson back a little on his head. He watched Richardson's eyes flicker up his body, to his own eyes, then the long-haired, hat-wearing lawman lowered his head and licked up the line of McLean's jaw. He shuddered, pulling at the cuffs that held him, wanting to do something about the intrusive touch, but unable to as Richardson's mouth worked its way down his neck and to his collar bone. He felt a tongue against his sensitive skin and shuddered, groaning and arching beneath Richardson's touch.

A smile twitched on Richardson's lips as he felt and heard McLean's response to his licks and sucks. His hands wandered aimlessly down McLean's lean frame, caressing the soft, smooth skin he found, as his mouth continued to move down McLean's body, leaving a wet trail and shudders behind.

McLean's eyes closed behind the sunglasses, and Richardson's mouth sucked its way down the center of his chest, down his hard stomach, stopping briefly at the tattooed skin of his navel, then moved right to McLean's left hip bone. His tongue licked at the skin, sucked at it, then his mouth moved down McLean's thigh, skipping the hardness that stood up wanting attention.

"Goddammit, Richardson," McLean growled from between clenched teeth.

Richardson grinned evilly up at him. "Yer my prisoner, McLean. You did the crimes, yer gonna do the time. My time." His mouth lowered to McLean's heated skin and again began his torturous trail down the writhing body beneath him. He held down McLean's hips, when they tried to buck up, and flicked his tongue across the tip of the man's cock.

"Shit," McLean hissed, arching nearly completely off the bed.

"Yer too sensitive, McLean," Richardson said amusedly, tonguing the slit of McLean's cock teasingly.

"Fuck you, Richardson," McLean gasped out, his hands clenching as he pulled in vain at the handcuffs that bound him unceremoniously to the bed.

"All in good time, McLean." Richardson's tongue flickered a last time against McLean's head, and then he pushed himself back enough to be comfortable and in position for what he was about to do. Pushing McLean's legs up against the panting man's stomach, he ran a finger down the center of the underside of McLean's cock, down his balls, then down the patch of skin between his ass hole and balls.

McLean arched and hissed. "Goddamn yer teasin' ass, Richardson."

Richardson only chuckled at McLean, finally getting to what he'd been working for. He fingered the dark little pucker between McLean's ass cheeks, then moved his face closer to lick at it with the soft pad of his tongue.

"Holy fucking shit!" McLean's body arched from the bed.

Richardson took the initiative and tongued the sweet little pucker, delving in as deeply as he could go. The muscles were so tight around his tongue, he couldn't wait to have his cock inside that tightness.

McLean could feel the hot, wetness of Richardson's tongue inside of him and he wanted more. He couldn't take much more of this slow torture.

Richardson tired of teasing McLean's ass with his tongue and instead sat back up on his knees and grabbed the lube from where he'd laid it on the side of the bed. He opened it, spread some on his index finger, and then tossed the lube aside for possible later use, if he felt inclined to use it. Pushing his slick finger against the tightness of McLean's pucker, he pushed it inside, slipping it in easily and quickly. He fingered McLean for what seemed like forever to the younger man, rubbing his prostate purposely, then pulled out his finger and stared at him.

"You think you can git yer act together, McLean? Or am I gonna have to teach yer ornery rustlin' hide some more lessons?"

"Be good. Be so good. Please," McLean panted, sweating and shuddering from the extent of his arousal. He stared down at Richardson's hard cock, loving how it jutted out from between those powerful, leather-clad thighs, "I'll be so good, you'll want me to be bad."

Richardson's eyes flared with heat, and he moved up McLean's body, ever the hunter. He let his body drop onto McLean's, felt the younger man's body quiver beneath his, groaning and shutting his eyes briefly at the intense heat that eminated from McLean's body into his own. He tipped his hat back a little more, pushing his long hair back from his face.

"You ready fer yer reckonin', McLean?"

McLean shuddered, licking his dry lips. "God, yes. Make Big Bad Alex McLean pay for his crimes, Kentucky lawman."

Kevin's lips twitched, enjoying McLean's near begging. "Is that a fact, McLean? You want me to make yer little ass pay?" He ground his hard cock into McLean's, his rough chaps rubbing against McLean's naked thighs. "Is that what you want, McLean? Lawman Richardson to teach you a lesson you'll never fergit?" "Shit, yes. Do it. Fucking do it," McLean was near tears from the extent of his arousal, grinding his cock up into Richardson's with undulations of his hips, as Richardson continued to hump him.

Richardson pushed himself up from McLean, causing McLean to whimper in disappointment and the hips that had been in mid-thrust upward dropped back to the bed beneath him. He leaned back a little, pushed McLean's legs up open further, and grasped his own cock in his hand. He pumped it, watching McLean watching him.

"You want this lesson, McLean? You want this big, hard lesson deep inside yer tight little rascal ass? Would that be a good lesson to learn, McLean?" He continued to pump his cock slowly, savoring the feel of his fingers as they moved up and down the thickened, slick shaft.

McLean swallowed audibly, throat constricting and tightening. "Richardson, I think yer all big talk and no play. Yer just fuckin' with me and pretending to be the big bad man. I don't think you can teach me shit."

Richardson's hand left his cock, and he pushed McLean's legs up so they were resting upward against his chest again. He held them there, looming over McLean, his hands still pressing McLean's legs up, tilting his pelvis.

"Yer just a tryin' to make me mad, McLean. But, I'm sick of yer little games. I think it's time to pay the piper." Richardson licked his lips and grasped his cock in his hand, positioning it at McLean's pucker. "Feel that, McLean? That's gonna be in yer tight little ass. Right. Now," he eased inside McLean with that final word, and bit his lip as the tightness gripped his hard cock and he slid inside as deep as he could go.

"Goddamn, fuck me. Fuck. Me. " McLean pushed his head back into the pillow, his body straining and tensed, waiting for Richardson to start teaching him some sort of lesson. A lesson he desperately wanted hard and fast right now.

Richardson reached up, taking the sunglasses from McLean's face, tossing them to the floor, "I don't like to fuck people without seeing their eyes, McLean." He then pushed his hat back down soundly on his head, and grabbed McLean's hips firmly in his large hands, pulling out slowly, then forcing his cock back into him just as slowly.

McLean's toes curled, feeling the delicious burning, filling sensation of Richardson's cock in his ass. He jerked against the handcuffs, wanting to reach out and grab a handful of that beautiful long hair moving with each thrust of Richardson's hips.

"Oh my fucking God damn that's good. Harder. Shit. Just like that."

Richardson grunted with each thrust he made into McLean, his fingers biting deeply into the smooth skin of McLean's hips. He felt the hat through his matted sweaty hair, making him hotter and sweat more, it stayed firmly on his head even with the hard thrusts that sent McLean's body shuddering back into the mattress.

"You like that, McLean? Me fucking you and owning yer ornery ass? Teaching you that bad deeds never go unpunished? Do. You. Like. What. I'm. Doing. To. You?" He punctuated each word with a thrust harder than the last, pushing McLean to the limit, punching McLean's prostate repeatedly, and sending him tumbling over the edge to his orgasm.

"Fucking shit, Kevin!" McLean screamed, his legs hooking themselves at the ankles around Richardson's waist, arching as best he could beneath the onslaught and weight of Richardson's body, his cock spewing cum between the both of them, all over his stomach and Richardson's left hand where it rested close to it.

"What did you call me, McLean?" Richardson thrust harder with punishing stabs against McLean's too sensitive prostate. He could feel the hardness of McLean's boots digging into his ass cheeks and lower back and it was hot. Almost as hot as the re-hardening cock he could feel when he thrust into McLean and rubbed against it.

McLean gasped, his spent cock coming to life once again. "Kevin."

"I repeat. What the fuck did you call me?" Richardson thrust faster, his own orgasm creeping up on him, staring down at McLean's tensed body.

"Fucking shit, you're such a dom. I called you fucking Kevin, you prick," McLean arched, his cock releasing his second orgasm in three minutes all over Richardson's stomach as Richardson thrust into him again.

"That's what I thought, bitch," Richardson, Kevin rather, snarled pushing into McLean's tight ass one last time before his orgasm rolled over his body in delicious waves. He shuddered, jerking, his hat coming off from the force of his movement and falling down on the bed beside them, then collapsed on McLean's heaving body, in his jism.

Richardson and McLean panted and caught their breath, Richardson still tightly encased in McLean's ass, for a few minutes before Richardson regained some of his strength and pulled out of McLean. He sank onto the other side of the younger man and pulled him close to him.

"Goddamn, Kevin, what the hell was that?"

Kevin smiled, kissing each wrist as he released it, finally resting his cheek against the top of the younger man's head when he'd finished. "Guess I got a little too into it, Alex, sorry about that."

Alex snorted, lifting his head to look at Kevin, dropping his sore arms to his sides, "Sorry? Goddamn, Kev, I fucking loved it. You should get into it like that more often. Role-playing is fucking awesome."

"Really? I thought I was uh sort of too...rough with you or something." He stared at Alex.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Kev, I like the rough shit. Hell, I fucking love the rough shit. I mean, I love you being gentle and all that, but damn, Kev, I fucking love when you get rough with me, almost like you're raping me."

"Raping you? You want me to rape you?" Kevin's eyebrows raised incredulous.

"Well, it wouldn't exactly be rape, because I wouldn't say no. I could never say no to you, Kev. But, yeah, like a controlled rape thing. This was so close to that. God, I fucking loved it," Alex snuggled into Kevin's side, throwing a leg over the older man's hips. "Besides, I know you really get off on being a big old dominating bitch."

Kevin laughed, poking at Alex's side. "I'm not a big, old, dominating bitch and who says that I got off on it?"

Alex grinned up at him, kissed him softly, and said, "Yeah, you are. And I say so, Richardson."

Kevin's eyes narrowed, tasting Alex's kiss. "Is that right, McLean? Are you gonna be bad again so's I have to teach yer bad ass another lesson?"

Alex's pupils dilated, and he swallowed. "Oh fuck yes. I'll be bad all the time. Hell, I'm always bad. I uh need continuous shit knocked into me to make me uh wanna get better. I like--I'm a bad seed."

Kevin's lips quirked. "I'll show you seed and shit getting knocked into you."

Alex's lips parted and he leapt out of the bed so quickly, Kevin didn't know what was happening. "Then come and git me, lawman, if you can."

Kevin jumped up from the bed and ran after Alex, his chaps making rustling noises as he sprinted downstairs after him. He could hear Alex's insane cackling echoing through the house as he followed.