33. Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sel took a deep breath into his lungs as he looked down the main street of the town, Roland by his side, Indio holding his shoulders behind him, and Dante coming up alongside him with Blaine.

"Uncle Dante, Roland, Blaine, you all did this. Look!"

"We're looking," Blaine said in awe.

The place was buzzing, and every guest cabin, every room in each hotel and the camping spots to the west of the town were all filled. There wasn't one room to be had in the entire place, and all he saw when people flooded the town were smiles.

Laughter was heard, they watched people pointing at all the buildings, and there were so many selfies being taken that the news of their place would spread like wildfire.

Dante was in awe. "I didn't know if it would work, but look at that."

Indio kissed his neck and said, "You helped."

"So did you."

Tango was running to them, smiling. "Hey guys!"

After kissing Roland, Dante asked him, "Security good?"

"Yes! Every camera is working, everything is just great."

Jace was just coming out of the café when they passed by and he stopped them. "Binx's place is already booked solid for the first month. He's walking on air, well, when he's not sniping at his staff. He's so cute, except when he's working."

They laughed and Sel said, "He's picky about his food."

Jace was the manager of the resort and it showed on his face, the pride he had in it. "That last delivery that was late is now on the way. Cowpokes is gonna be filled to capacity tonight. The babysitters and daycare already expect all the kids the families brought."

"There should be cots coming for the kids that will be in the daycare tonight," Sel rushed to tell him.

"Those came in this morning," Jace said. "No worries."

"Whew. I can't believe there are no bumps," he said and they all shooshed him loudly.

Indio groaned, "Are you trying to jinx it?"

"You guys aren't seriously superstitious. Are you?"

All he got was rolling eyes for an answer. Tango pointed to the beam under the awning at the hotel. "Knock on wood. Fast."

"I'm not knocking on wood."

"Oh, yes you are," Indio said, pointing. "Now!"

Sel did and rolled his own eyes. "Better?"

All day that first day, they walked around, greeting people, hearing their excitement, hearing their stories of the petting zoo that was located just outside the guest ranch. The kids loved petting the baby animals, and the parents were already booking riding lessons for their kids and themselves at the guest ranch.

The stagecoach went through the town, dropping people at their destinations, the driver giving a wave to the owners and managers.

It was a dream come true, the entire place, and in only two days was the huge grand opening celebration on June first. The start of Pride.

Maybe Dante's dream of opening in Pride month was a year late, but it would come true regardless.

Sel was excited for the first night of Cowpokes. There was set to be a huge celebration for the entire first month, and they, like the town, was getting a jumpstart that evening.

Dante would attend for the first hour or so, but he and Blaine would go home after to await news on their babies. Bonita and Barry had rented an apartment in Billings since she was in her third trimester.

She'd argued that the ranch had a more than capable doctor, but Dante and Blaine insisted she give birth in a regular hospital.

That meant that he and Indio could go to Cowpokes and enjoy themselves, without scarring Dante and Blaine by seeing their nephew half naked, being led around on a leash.

Indio hadn't wanted to do it at first, but when Sel modeled his outfit, Indio had not only agreed, but had fucked him for an hour after.

"Dante, any word from Bonita?"

"Your friend Ruben is over there today," Dante told him, nodding to people they passed. "She had some contractions, so the doctor has ordered her to bed for the duration of the pregnancy."

"You had to have twins," Sel teased.

"They're going to be so beautiful. She's a beautiful lady. We owe her the world," Dante said with tears welling.

Sel was very happy for his uncles. Their dreams were all coming true, and no one deserved it more. They'd brought so many people together over the years, even before the resort, and since they'd bought the ranch, even more dreams were seeing their completion, including Sel's own.

Blaine kissed Dante and a few whistles were heard from those passing by. Dante waved while he blushed. "BB, not here!"

Sel told him, "Here, Dante, is the best place for that. Look around you. A town filled with gay men, holding hands, kissing, being with friends and partners, laughing, not worrying about anyone coming up to them with slurs or trying to start fights. This is the place, so kiss your damn husband and shush."

"Well, you told me," he said before he turned to Blaine and kissed him passionately, getting a lot more whistles from the people around them.

"Yeah, why not," Jace said, and kissed Roland, then kissed Tango, and Sel glanced at Indio, not expecting him to follow their lead.

Well, like always, Indio surprised him, and pulled him into his arms and kissed him tenderly. "Tonight, baby, we're gonna have some fun, but for now, let's go harass Binx."

"You're on."

They went into the restaurant and saw Binx right away, and what's more, he saw them. After he ran over to Sel and almost tackled him with a hug, he said excitedly, "They're all here! They all fit on the same plane!" He noticed Indio too, and kissed his cheek. "Come on! Come meet my friends!"

Binx grabbed Sel's hand and pulled him over to the two very packed tables in the far corner. A bevy of gorgeous men looked up at him, and his eyes moved over them as he could barely believe his eyes. So many beautiful guys in one place. The only two that he recognized were Lonnie and Travis, who both got up to greet him and Indio with hugs. "Hey, Sel! The place looks amazing," Lonnie told him.

Binx announced to his friends, "This is Selestino, Dante's nephew, and the head of the place, well, with Jace, but you know, Jace is the manager."

He laughed and waved, "Hello everyone!"

Binx started to point around the table. "That is Jack and Rebel over there," he said of the older man with streaks of grey in his hair, sitting next to a man with lighter hair, pretty green eyes and a smirk on his face.

"That is Brandon and Sidney," he said of the next couple and Sel recognized Sidney. He'd modeled for the company they used for the costumes and sex toys for the club and apparel shop.

"I've seen you before. Slutae catalogues, right?"

"Yes, but I don't do it anymore. We have a son getting older, so I'm afraid he's going to find one."

"Sure, sure."

Binx pointed again to another three men. "Lin, Joe and Andy." Then he pointed to his own Sirs. "You know them."

"So you're the guy who stole our Binxie," Rebel teased. "He hasn't stopped bragging on you and this place since you first brought him here."

"He's the best. You're all invited back, anytime, free of charge," he said, but lowered his voice for the last bit.

"We will definitely be back," Lonnie said. "I can't believe this is the same place. Those guest cabins alone are amazing. Cozy and warm, we just love ours."

"Better than the bunkhouse and twin bed?"

Lonnie laughed, "Much better."

When they left the café after chatting with Binx and his friends, they found Jace, Blaine and Dante speaking to three men in between the café and regular apparel store. "Sel! Come meet the men who inspired this place, and who also have a stake in it doing well."

Before he could introduce them, Sel knew who they were.

"Burke, Damon and Joel?"

Joel nodded but lowered his head and effectively covered his blushing cheeks with the rim of his cowboy hat. "Joel is shy with new people," Burke explained as he shook Sel's hand.

Damon added, "But get him on stage tonight, and he comes out of his shell."

They were brutish men except for Joel, who was rather slight and shorter than his two partners. That was weird, being Sel knew something about Joel. "Joel, aren't you the one that rode crazy bulls?"

His head slowly rose and when Sel saw his smile, he knew he'd said the right thing. "Yessir, I sure was."

"You're very brave. I still haven't so much as ridden one of the horses here. They scare me."

"Yer scared of horses? I kin teach ya!"

"I'd love that! How long will you be here?"

Joel looked up to Burke, who said, "You know we're staying a couple weeks, honey."

"That's perfect. I'm busy for the next couple days, but I'll be free after. Let's do it Saturday."

"Okay, sure thin'!"

"You just made his day," Damon confided.

Dante said, "How is your house?"

Sel almost forgot they'd built a small house for the partners for when they visited Montana. It was in the mafia compound, but separated from the main area, much like his own house.

"It's beautiful, comfortable. Can't thank you enough, Dante, for all this. It's special, this place," Damon told him.

"You started it. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. I'm wanted at the hotel."

Sel followed his uncle and Indio was by his side. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, Sel, of course not. I have a friend coming in today. Why don't you and Indio go mingle around, then ready yourselves for tonight, if you're going to Cowpokes."

"We are, but don't worry, I have a robe to wear until you leave."

"Bless you."

Indio took him home that afternoon and they both lay in bed, happy, talking about the resort and after a lot of kissing, took a nap to be fresh for the night.

That would be the first time Indio publicly expressed his domination of Sel. They'd signed the contracts, and talked so much, even they were sick of all of the conversations, but each was important. They had the best coaches they could ask for, and Indio took it all terribly serious.

Another conversation revolved around Indio's past. They were in bed, Sel laying close to him, caressing over his chest as he told his story. He just started, no prompting, and Sel listened, trying not to soak Indio's chest with his tears.

Indio told of his drunken father, how he was nearly always in a rage. He hated kids, hated women, ran around with other women, bringing his wife a terrible disease. Indio didn't know what it was, as she refused to say it aloud, but it worked on her until she became a shell of herself.

After she wasn't as fun to abuse, he started on Indio, and his favorite thing was to light a cigarette and tell his son that he was a piece of scum, and the best way to kill scum was to burn it out. So, he'd hold Indio's arm and burn it with the lit cigarette.

Another confession was that Indio didn't like seeing his eyes in the mirror. He got his light green eyes from his father. He said he could always tell by his father's eyes what kind of mood he was in.

Sel's heart broke over that, picturing it all in his mind. There was little wonder why Indio had been so resistant to any kind of fondness. He further explained to Sel that he sometimes dreamed of his old man, and when he did, he could get violent in his sleep.

That is why, at first, they didn't spend the entire night together.

It was also why Indio was scared to get too heavy-handed with Sel during their play.

He not only understood, he agreed. They would have to work on things for a very long time to make Indio trust Sel completely, and more, to trust himself.

When they woke, Indio was grumbling. He was always cranky when he woke. Sel silently loved that he knew that about him. "It's too hot for coffee," he reminded Indio.

"I know. It's almost time to go."

Sel looked at his phone and saw Indio was right. They were to help greet people with Dante, Blaine, Jace, Roland and Tango at the entrance to Cowpokes. "It's only five, but we have two hours. How about we go get showered and then dressed, and have a little something to eat before we head out?"

"Perfect. I could eat."

What Sel didn't know was that Indio had an entirely different idea of eating.

After his shower, he went to his closet and pulled out his garment bag with his outfit for the night. Indio came into the room and said, "Bend over the bed."

He was naked, hair dripping over his shoulders and running down his perfect chest, but what was more interesting was that his cock was rock hard and standing in front of his stomach.

Chills ran up his spine as he turned to see the darkened eyes of his partner. "Yes, Sir."

Sel padded over to the bed and bent over it, making certain his ass was nice and high in the air. Indio was behind him, not touching him, but Sel felt the heat coming off him.

Hearing the soft movement, then a hand on each of his ass cheeks pulling them apart, and soon, Indio started to eat his ass.

The unmade bed got messier as he grabbed two fistfuls and pulled the duvet to him, his mouth open as saliva slid over the corner of his lips. A moan escaped, low, deep, and Sel felt like he'd won the damn lottery.

Indio took his time, poking the tip of his tongue through Sel's hole, letting him get a small taste of what he'd feel later that night. Sel wanted to scream, but he held it in, pounding his fists some to further dishevel the bedding.

When Indio stopped, pulling his mouth away, Sel felt something cold touching his hole, then it was pushed inside him, and he threw his head back in a loud, ecstatic moan.

"There. Now get dressed," Indio said as he stood.

Sel melted to the floor, the bedding coming with him. "What?"

He felt the plug in him, butting against his prostate. "You heard me."

"I'm…keeping this in me?"

"Yeah," he said and the smile that grew on his perfect lips was nothing but wicked.

"Indio, my uncles will be there!"

"Oh, right!" He bent over to whisper, "Don't let them know."

Sel couldn't help but smile. "You are so evil!"

"Yeah. I know."

Sel had chosen a black leather outfit for the first night of Cowpokes. Leather short-shorts, a harness with a D-ring in front for the leash to attach to, and a spiked collar with tiny blunted silver spikes.

Indio, true to form, was wearing his oldest jeans that had shrunk enough to be somewhat tight across that beautiful ass he had, and would not hide his erection if one happened.

His shirt was a black muscle shirt, no logo or printing, and he tightly tied his hair back from his face.

The best part of his outfit was the brand new biker boots he wore. Sel salivated over how fucking sexy his partner looked. "Nice."

Sel had a silk robe for over the top of his outfit, to hide how much of his body showed with the leather gear. He got it on and was in Indio's arms in seconds. "Are you okay?"

Indio nodded slowly. "Pretty proud I'll be there with the hottest man on this ranch."

"Oh, please. There are hundreds of men here, a lot are hotter than I am. I have like no body, I'm too thin, and…"

He stopped talking as Indio's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Don't talk shit about your ol' man. I got it. Sorry, Sir."

"That's better."

"You look pretty hot yourself. I'll be so proud to walk in on your leash. Well, when we can use it."

"Get it for me. I'll stick it in my pocket until your uncles leave."

After Sel handed him the leash, they were ready, and that plug bumping up against his sweet spot made him ready in more ways than one. He was glad he had the robe to help hide his very hard dick. "You want me hard all night."

"Sure, that's a nice benefit, but I want you nice and open so I can just shove in my dick whenever I want."

Sel felt like crumbling to the floor with that statement, but he kept his knees locked and simply nodded.

Indio had a laugh at him. "You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated. I like it."

They left to head over to the club and the air felt cool, after a hot day, and there were wispy clouds in the sky, standing out starkly from that brilliant blue.

Big Sky Country, that was what Montana was called, and every single day, he knew why.

It felt almost like a blanket over the world, that blue sky. He felt comfortable, loved, like he was a part of something so big. Some people felt small, knowing how big the universe was, how many millions and billions of systems could be out there, but not Sel. He felt a definite part of all of it, an important part. Without him, something would be missing.

The tree lines were darkened in the evening light, a gentle breeze letting their tops sway like they were in on the party. The fear and tension that held the ranch when he'd first arrived was gone and all he felt was pure optimism.

"Hey," Indio said to him.

After turning his head from one view, he got an even better one, in Indio's smiling face. "Yeah?"

"Tonight's going to be great. I'm glad I'm here with you."

It was one of the most romantic things Indio had ever said. He wasn't one for words, but he was trying, and that meant more to Sel than anything in the world. "I'm glad too. So much."