Chased "You are very quiet, mein freund."
Terry heaved a sigh.
"Sorry."
The German frowned and sat down beside the Texan, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Vhat is wrong?"
Terry pulled up his knees and rested his chin on top, idly watching Dik Dik running along the beach. To start with they'd all been running - Meat's latest idea for a training session - but after two hours in the sun Terry and Jaeger were staggering, had almost collapsed with exhaustion and gratefully retired to sit on a dune to rest and recover, leaving the buck to run by himself. Which he did, tirelessly, gracefully, along and back and along and back, long legs covering the miles of sand as if he'd been born to run - which in a way he had. It was quite obviously in his blood…
"Dunno."
Jaeger raised an eyebrow, fingers stroking the back of the Texan's neck under his damp hair.
"You must haf some idea…"
Terry's shoulders slumped as he leaned back into the German's hand.
"Ah guess… Ah miss ridin'…"
Jaeger's eyes widened. This had something to do with yesterday's experience with the Muscle League's resident chessmaster?
"You vish to ride horses? Or vun particular stallion?"
Terry dropped his forehead onto his knees.
"… Ah liked it. An'… Ah like him."
"I am sure that he likes you too."
"But… but he's like royalty. What would he want with a country boy like me?"
Jaeger shifted to kneel behind the Texan, strong hands kneading at his shoulders and back.
"Vhy don't you ask him?"
"Ask him what? If Ah kin ride him again? That's like a kid askin' their daddy fer a pony ride - an' Ah ain't no kid, an' he sure as heck ain't ma daddy!"
"He allowed it yesterday."
"Yeah, 'cause Ah was tuckered out an' couldn't've made it back. That was… lookin' out fer each other. Yer suggestin' I ask a favour. Don' think he'll go fer it."
"You vill not know if you do not ask…" Jaeger grinned as the buck loped up the beach to join them, sun gleaming on his pelt and sweat-dewed skin. "Vhat do you think, leibchen?"
Dik Dik frowned as he dropped down and stretched out on his side.
"I can do better. I used to run much further at home, and it's not that hot today."
Jaeger blinked, then smirked. Of course Dik Dik wouldn't know what they were talking about, how could he?
"Ja, slacker! Get up and do it all again. I don't vant to share my bed vith a flabbyman…"
Dik Dik gave him a wounded glare and rolled onto his front, easing down the waistband of his close-fitting black shorts to free his tail and twitching it back and forth to help himself cool down. Terry watched, entranced: Jaeger scratched between the buck's horns.
"Vhat do you think of Checkmate?"
Dik Dik blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you… like him?"
The buck scowled.
"The first time we met he tried to break my hand."
Terry nodded.
"Yeah, Ah 'member. An' all yew did was try to be friendly-like."
"Exactly… though I suppose he's better, now he's with us."
"Honourable. Yeah, he's honourable. Not like Kevin Mask. You kin trust him. Checkmate, Ah mean."
Jaeger nodded slowly. Dik Dik rested his chin on his crossed forearms, expression pensive.
"And he did save your life."
"Well yeah. That kinda endears someone to yew a tad."
"… why are we talking about Checkmate?"
Jaeger shrugged, mostly to distract the buck from what looked suspiciously like a guilty blush on Terry's face. Not that Dik Dik would have noticed - the buck was about as clueless as they came most of the time.
"Terry enjoyed his ride."
The buck inclined his head.
"I can understand that."
"And is vondering if he might do it again."
"Do you think Checkmate would allow it?"
"That is vhat ve are talking about."
Dik Dik sat up suddenly, crossing long legs in front of him and addressing his colleagues with a serious expression.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we aren't just talking about Terry riding a horse, here, are we?"
The Texan buried his red face in his hands with a muttered "no…" Dik Dik nodded.
"I thought as much. You want to ride him like you rode Jaeger, don't you?"
His face flaming, Terry very reluctantly nodded. Dik Dik flicked an ear.
"I can't imagine Checkmate countenancing a bit between his teeth - or wearing that horse-tail thing, either."
They stared at him bemusedly, then burst into laughter. Dik Dik looked startled and affronted.
"Well I don't think he'd find it at all amusing…"
Jaeger grinned and reached to ruffle the thick fur of the buck's tail.
"Ach, leibchen, you are a treasure…"They showered - with both Terry and Jaeger helping Dik Dik wash the sand out of his pelt, which led to a delicious fuck-session in the bathroom and the buck then insisting on taking another shower to freshen up - ate dinner on the hotel's balcony, then retired to their room. It was hot, but with the windows flung wide open and a slight sea-breeze, just bearable…
Dik Dik was sprawled face down, legs spread on the cool white cotton of their king-size bed, cheek resting on his forearms as Jaeger straddled his waist, wriggling slightly as the buck's tail tickled his backside: Terry lay sipping a cold beer beside them as he watched, smiling, stroking his erection. The German's strong hands were massaging the muscular back below him, intrigued by the soft thickness of the pelt, the way the skin was the same red-gold on the sides of the body and the outside of the legs, the white skin of the inside of the legs clearly demarcated by soft grey bands. The gazelle-man was a work of art…
Jaeger paused, frowning, then ran over the same area of pelt again, pressing harder, running his fingers over the skin below the red-gold hair. Long, rough, slightly curved - scars? - hidden under the fur.
"Leibchen? Vhat are these?"
The buck froze, tensing, then forced himself to relax with an entirely false laugh.
"Oh, nothing. Marks of an old… accident…"
Which was patently untrue, Jaeger scowled to himself, but their gazelle obviously didn't want to talk about it and for once he wouldn't insist. Anything that left such scars must have hurt badly - and they were too regular to have been caused by anything accidental. And given how vain the buck was about his looks… The German glanced at Terry, who was leaning forward with interest, and pressed a finger to his lips, then kissed the back of Dik Dik's neck, his voice a low murmur.
"Ja, leibchen… vill you turn over?"
Shivering with anticipation, Dik Dik rolled onto his back, spreading his thighs and raising his knees to tilt his hips up, gasping wide-eyed as Jaeger smirked and impaled himself on the buck's rigid, weeping cock with a long, satisfied sigh.
"Mmmmm… sehr gut…"
Dik Dik's hips jerked up, pushing his cock deeper into the German's body as he gripped Jaeger's upper arms, whimpering. Terry shifted closer and gently forced one of the buck's hands to his groin, gasping as strong elegant fingers wrapped his erection and began to pump…
As Dik Dik climaxed, Jaeger covered the buck's mouth with his own, sighing, kissing him deeply, soft thick blond hair twining on thick red-gold pelt. Without a doubt, there were few things better than having this lovely compliant creature in his arms and in his body…
Terry tapped his shoulder. The Texan's teeth were gritted as he forced himself not to come: Jaeger eased himself off Dik Dik's still firm cock and knelt on his hands and knees, thighs spread, ready for Terry - who shoved into him without ceremony, pounded hard and came quickly, slumping over the German's body with a groan. Jaeger twisted to nuzzle his ear, his voice low.
"Vhy don't you let Dik Dik fuck you again? You vill enjoy it…"
The Texan's instinctive reaction was to say no - but then he remembered the amazing sensations it had produced… A little reluctantly he nodded, gazing at Dik Dik over Jaeger's shoulder.
"Y'up fer it, buddy?"
Yes, Dik Dik was 'up for it', as his suddenly rigid, straining erection proved. As he slid from the German's body Terry considered the wisdom of copying Jaeger, straddling the gazelle-man - but decided against it. Until or unless he had more experience, anyway. He grinned at the buck and turned his back, spreading his legs wide.
"C'mon then!"
Dik Dik eased in slowly and carefully, pausing to allow Terry time to adjust, then - to his startlement - pulled the Texan upright to sit in his lap, white hands stroking limp cock and balls.
"Whut the…?"
The buck stopped.
"Are you OK? Shall I stop?"
"Naw!! Jest - took me by surprise is all…"
… it felt wonderful…
As the large smooth organ slid firmly over his prostate, Terry's cock filled again: he reached behind Dik Dik to fondle the quivering tail, gasping as the buck moved faster and harder, finally slamming home and coming hard. Moaning, Terry felt his balls tighten: seconds later he climaxed, whimpering, almost faint with pleasure.
Jaeger caught him as he slumped forwards, kissing his neck and gently lifting him from Dik Dik's lap as the buck sprawled onto his back, panting quietly, eyes half-closed.
Terry twisted tiredly to smirk over his shoulder.
"Yer good."
"Thank you…" it was a weary murmur: Jaeger stroked a long thigh and smiled fondly at their gazelle.
"You should sleep now. You trained hard today, and ve haf another hard session tomorrow."
Dik Dik shook his head.
"Shower first."
Terry slid off the bed and extended a hand.
"C'mon. Ah'll help yew. Jaeger?"
"Ja, I also…"An hour later, Dik Dik cuddled between them sound asleep, Terry and Jaeger were still awake. The German stroked the Texan's cheek.
"You vant to have Checkmate join us…"
Terry looked scandalised.
"Naw! Don' want any such thing!"
Jaeger smirked.
"I do not see vhy not. He is handsome, powerful… potent…"
Terry shivered, eyes huge, and Jaeger nodded.
"Ja, he has many charms. I vould not mind a - sample - myself."
The Texan rubbed a hand over his eyes.
"Weel that's good t'know. How d'yew think Dik Dik will feel about it?"
Jaeger shrugged.
"Ve vill haf to ask him."
Terry nodded absently, then sighed.
"'course, we're assumin' he'll want us."
"I think he is certainly interested, as ve saw last night."
"Yeah, I noticed..." The Texan chewed the inside of his cheek. "D'yew think he'd wanna be on the top or on the bottom?"
Jaeger chuckled - they'd gone from Terry refusing to acknowledge his feelings to wondering who'd get to fuck whom in less than a day. Perhaps he was having a bad influence on the young Amerikaner…
"You vill be fine either vay."
Terry considered this for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah, Ah will, thanks to yew two… Ah'll find him tomorrow…"
Jaeger laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Slowly, mein freund. You said it yourself, Checkmate is like royalty. Honourable. Noble. He should be treated vith respect, and courtesy. You cannot simply go to him and say, 'Vhat about it, hein?'…"
"Ah guess y're right there. So what should Ah do?"
Jaeger frowned.
"Ve vill talk about it - but tomorrow. I also am tired."
Terry chuckled and nestled a little closer to Dik Dik, resting a hand on a lean hip as the buck sighed and twitched his tail.
"Sure. Sleep tight, kraut."
"You also, cowboy…"Dik Dik was not in favour of the idea.
"But why? Aren't I good enough for you?"
Jaeger wrapped his arms around the distraught and weeping buck, nuzzling his neck.
"Of course you are, leibchen!"
Terry looked positively alarmed, completely at a loss as to how to deal with the situation.
"C'mon buddy…"
"You're replacing me!"
Terry blinked.
"Where'd yew get that idee?"
"Ve could not replace you, leibchen. Nor vould ve vant to."
Dik Dik wasn't convinced of that. After all, they'd swept him up into this ménage à trois without really giving him a chance to say whether he wanted it or not. They could dump him just as easily…
He swallowed, shoulders slumped and ears drooping. If that was what they wanted, making a fuss about it wouldn't do any good, and would only make him seem… pathetic. He didn't want that.
"What are you suggesting?"
Relieved that their gazelle seemed reassured, Jaeger kissed his cheek.
"Ve vere vondering about finding a vay to let him know he vould be velcome to join us…"
"Why don't you just tell him?"
"Ah can't do that!"
"I thought you were friends."
"Well yeah, but…"
"You didn't worry this much with me, did you."
"Hey now, that was different! Ah knew you was gonna be…" Terry faltered to a stop at the hurt expression on Dik Dik's face, suspecting he might have put his foot in it.
"Easy? Is that what you thought?"
"Naw!"
"Nein!"
"You did, didn't you?" The buck struggled out of the dismayed German's grip and reached for his clothes, trying desperately to retain a little dignity. "Well, thank you, Terry 'the Grand' Kenyon."
"Leibchen…"
"Save it for Checkmate."
Leaving Jaeger and Terry staring disbelievingly after him, Dik Dik stalked out, slamming the door.He found a secluded spot in the dunes with a view down to the water, and sat hunched over, ears drooping, arms wrapped around his legs, chin resting on his knees, the picture of horned misery. He was still sitting there an hour later, when Checkmate stumbled across him.
Literally. The chessmaster had been on a training run across the dunes: now he found himself on the sand on top of the buck, their arms and legs tangled.
"Van Dik?"
"… Checkmate?" Eye to turquoise eye with the chessmaster, Dik Dik blushed, then scowled.
"Let me up. Please."
Checkmate scrambled upright, then reached down to haul the buck to his feet.
"Art thou hurt?"
"No…"
Checkmate eyed his fellow wrestler. He might not be hurt, but he didn't look at all happy.
"Thou hast a problem?"
Yes - you, thought the buck morosely to himself. But he could hardly blame Checkmate for being so attractive…
He blinked, feeling himself flushing. The chessmaster was attractive, wasn't he? Tall, powerful, handsome, intelligent - no wonder Terry was smitten…
Checkmate had lain a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Canst tell me, Master Van Dik? Mayhap I may help thee…"
Dik Dik was tempted. Very tempted. But to do so might spoil Terry and Jaeger's plans, and he didn't want to do that, no matter how miserable he felt. He shook his head.
"It's nothing."
Checkmate didn't believe him for a second, and wondered how he could persuade the gazelle-man to talk.
"Hast thou broken thy fast?"
Dik Dik blinked for a moment before realising he was being invited to breakfast. He shook his head, and Checkmate laid an arm over his shoulders, steering him in the direction of the hotel.Dik Dik had sat opposite Checkmate, eyes downcast, only picking at the fruit salad he'd ordered. The chessmaster frowned and touched his hand.
"Dik Dik… wilt thou speak to me? I wish to help thee if I canst."
The buck sighed and raised his eyes to Checkmate's earnest face.
"It's not really my place to say…"
In which case it must concern his two partners. The chessmaster nodded.
"I understand. But thou art unhappy. Wouldst please thee to have me comfort thee?"
Dik Dik stared, eyes wide. What exactly was Checkmate offering?
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't…
Since when had that ever stopped him? And he was intensely curious as to what would happen. He nodded slowly.
"You are very kind."
Checkmate smiled.
"It grievest me to see thee unhappy. Thou deservest better."
Blinking, Dik Dik allowed the chessmaster to lead him from the restaurant.In Checkmate's room, the chessmaster ushered Dik Dik to a comfortable armchair then retired to the bedroom - mentally preparing himself…
The buck's sensitive ears picked up the gasp of pain: he leapt for the door, stopping short at the sight within.
Checkmate stood before the mirror with the rook in his hands, head slumped forwards, breathing deeply. Blood streamed down his shoulder and dripped from the base of the chesspiece.
"Checkmate?"
The chessmaster glanced over his shoulder, wincing.
"Master Van Dik…"
"Are you alright? Can I help?"
"No, but I thank thee for thine offer." He placed the rook on a shelf and reached for the knight, taking a deep breath and wrenching the piece from its place: Dik Dik flinched as it came free with a tearing sound and blood spilled down Checkmate's back.
"That must hurt…"
Checkmate eyed him wryly.
"Indeed yes."
Curious, the buck moved closer, gazing at the raw, bleeding patches. There were… things, odd pipe-like structures, under the seeping blood.
"Is that where they attach?"
Checkmate nodded, his face drawn with pain, and reached for a medical pack, withdrawing a couple of dressings and efficiently applying them to his shoulders. With the raw flesh covered and soothed, he relaxed and turned to his guest, extending a welcoming hand.
"Come, if thou will."
Somewhat warily taking the hand, Dik Dik allowed Checkmate to lead him to the bed, slipping out of his shirt and sliding onto the bed as the chessmaster pulled him close…There was something infinitely comforting about being held in Checkmate's arms. And that was all the wrestler did - held him, tenderly, hands gently stroking his pelt. Dik Dik snuggled close, careful not to put too much weight on the wounded shoulders and lowering his head to make sure his horns were in no danger of injuring his companion. They lay together silently for half an hour before the buck drifted into a tranquil sleep.
He awoke after an hour to find himself still wrapped in the chessmaster's arms. Checkmate sighed and brushed a hand over his head.
"Dost thou feel better now?"
Dik Dik tilted his head up, carefully, from his companion's chest to gaze into smiling turquoise eyes. Better didn't really describe the wonderful contentment that suffused him. He was curious, however, and his curiosity demanded to be satisfied. Tentatively he stroked Checkmate's face.
"Checkmate… can I ask… why?"
"Why what?"
"Why we just… cuddled…"
"What more wouldst thou have us do?"
"Well…" Dik Dik very lightly brushed a hand over the chessmaster's groin, feeling the linen-clad organ jump against his palm. Checkmate eyed him impassively.
"Thou thought to indulge in carnal relations?"
"I kind of expected it. After everything that's happened to me recently…"
Checkmate chuckled.
"But I have never had time nor opportunity. All my life hast been nought but training. I have known no softer passion."
The buck blinked. He'd never had sex? He was a virgin? Checkmate divined his thought and nodded.
"Indeed, 'tis so."
Dik Dik pulled away and knelt up.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Enjoy?"
"Do you… ever feel you're missing something?"
"How canst one miss what one hath never known?"
The buck frowned - then leaned down and kissed him, mouth gentle against suddenly parted lips, hands pressing gently against the broad muscular chest. Pushing back slightly he smiled into startled turquoise eyes. Checkmate touched a fingertip to his own lips, then eyed the buck wonderingly.
"Wast… very pleasant."
So Dik Dik did it again, and this time Checkmate kissed him back. Inexpertly, but there was a dawning enthusiasm in the gentle pressure.
Dik Dik drew back, not wanting to move too fast although his groin was telling him otherwise. He touched his companion's cheek, stroking down the strong throat and wrapping a hand around the back of Checkmate's neck, gazing into the trusting eyes.
So innocent.
And innocence was so easily corrupted. Could he in all conscience leave Checkmate to Terry and Jaeger's tender mercies?
Or should he take advantage himself?
Choices! He was here, now, and the chessmaster was primed, intrigued… ready…
But Terry and Jaeger were so much more experienced, could make his first encounter so much more memorable…
He closed his eyes with an anguished sigh.
What was he to do?
© 2003 December 29th Joules Taylor
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