Fic: Hogtied 1/1
Title: Hogtied
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Andy, Garrett/Rebecca, Jeb/DG.
Rating: PG (For language)
Kink: Mild bondage.
Summary: Garrett finds himself in an embarrassing position when Wyatt, Andy, Jeb, and DG come by for a visit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. But I do own Garrett, Rebecca, and Andy.
Words: 994
A/N: This takes place after the table sex scene and before the events in My Sacrifice (working title).
“You know, had I known it was real easy to catch a man like this, I would have learned this long ago,” Rebecca said, standing back with her arms crossed in front of her to admire her handy work. Garrett was a good teacher, maybe, to his discomfort, too good.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, you can let me loose now,” Garrett said, trying to look over his shoulder. “Rebecca?” There was a bit of panic in his tone. “Where’d you go?” he asked when she didn’t respond. She wouldn’t possibly leave me tied up like this, would she? He glanced around, hoping to see her or at least hear her.
“Oh, I’m still here, just admiring the view.” It wasn’t hard for her to picture him naked. A mischievous smile appeared.
He let out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t left him. “Not funny, now c’mon, darlin’, release me,” he said, struggling.
She nodded slightly as a parade of thoughts marched through her mind. “The things I could do to you in this position.”
“Woman!”
Rebecca raised a brow at his tone. “You’re not exactly in the best position to use that tone with me, Garrett Justin Cain,” she bit back. She walked towards him, slowly, zeroing on her target.
“Rebecca…”
WHACK!
“OW! Hey!” he protested loudly, feeling the sting from her hand through his pants. “What was that for?” He twisted, looking around to see where Rebecca was. “Damn, that hurt,” he added as an after thought. The thundering sounds of hoofs approaching made him lay still for a moment. “You gotta be kiddin’ me. Rebecca, please, c’mon, let me go.”
“Looks like we have company, dear.”
“Rebecca!” His plea went unheard. He huffed, “I’m gonna get her…” He tried to rotate his body to see who was visiting, but in his situation, it was physically impossible.
“Okay, well, this isn’t something you see every day,” Wyatt said upon seeing his brother hogtied.
Garrett dropped his head to the ground. “Fuck.” It just had to be Wyatt.
“I like the view,” Andy said, smiling and nodding. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Wyatt was staring at her. She turned and shrugged her shoulders. “If you can admire feminine curves, I can admire parts of the male anatomy.”
“He’s my brother,” Wyatt added, slightly turning up his nose.
“Can someone please, untie me? I’m getting a cramp,” Garrett said, interrupting Wyatt and Andy. Wyatt glanced at Rebecca who was going through the branding irons. Wyatt turned to Andy and wiggled his brows. So often, he had been at the receiving end of Garrett’s practical jokes growing up, but now, it was pay back.
“So, what did he do now?” Andy asked, watching Garrett struggle to free himself.
Rebecca hit the palm of her hand with the branding iron. “Nothing…yet. With Travis taking the job as sheriff,” Rebecca started to explain as she walked towards Garrett, “he left the ranch in our care. I asked Garrett to teach me how to rope and, as you can see, hogtie.”
“Yes, yes, and you’re very good at it,” Garrett said.
“Wouldn’t it had been better to show her on something other than you?” Wyatt asked, checking out the knots and nodding his approval.
“I didn’t want her to get hurt if I used an animal and…” he paused when he saw what Rebecca held in her hand. “No, you’re not…”
“Why not brand your ass with my mark…” She held out the branding iron towards his ass and made a hissing sound that mimicked the sound of flesh burning.
Garrett nervously laughed. “I think I have enough marks on my body, thank you.”
They heard more horses approaching. Rebecca raised her hand to provide cover for her eyes. “Is that…”
“Yeah. We were actually supposed to warn you two that they were coming,” Wyatt said, with a shrug, “just in case you two were…busy.” Andy tried to suppress laughter about the day's earlier event in Wyatt's kitchen.
“Wait! Who is it?” Garrett said, really frustrated now. “C’mon, this has gone on far enough. I’m seriously getting cramps.”
“It’s just your nephew and Princess DG,” Rebecca said, circling behind Garrett.
“Great Glinda!” Garrett said, raising his voice. His hands wiggled, trying to slip from the rope, but Rebecca really did do a good job. He grunted in frustration, “Arhhh!”
“The bull is sounding a bit ornery,” Andy said.
“Maybe we should turn him into a steer,” Wyatt said.
Garrett rolled his eyes. “Well, from this angle, I do have the perfect access,” Rebecca said, smacking his ass one more time. His hips jerked from the sensation and the sudden force of air from his lungs sent a cloud of dust into the air.
“What the hell?” Jeb said, sliding down from his horse, keeping his eyes on his uncle.
“Hi, Princess DG, Jeb,” Rebecca said, greeting her guests as if everything was normal. “Tea?” She was so calm asking if they wanted refreshments while her husband lay in the ring, helpless and hogtied.
Wyatt snorted. Rebecca was obviously enjoying herself. Knowing Garrett, he would get his revenge. He wondered how long she was going to leave him like that.
“You know, after seeing you two,” DG pointed to Wyatt and Andy, “and now seeing this,” she pointed to a hogtied-Garrett, “I’m getting a clear understanding of the inner workings of the Cain Clan.”
Garrett groaned, “Fun's over, can someone untie me now?”
Wyatt felt pity for his older brother and decided it was time to release him. He untied the rope that bound Garrett up. Garrett’s arms and legs flopped to the ground and he laid there, spread-eagled, oh-ing and ah-ing at the sensation of blood returning to his extremities and the cramps leaving his muscles.
“When you’re done, we’ll be inside having tea,” Wyatt said, patting his brother on his shoulder.
Garrett grunted, which to Wyatt sounded a bit like ‘fuck off’.
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Andy, Garrett/Rebecca, Jeb/DG.
Rating: PG (For language)
Kink: Mild bondage.
Summary: Garrett finds himself in an embarrassing position when Wyatt, Andy, Jeb, and DG come by for a visit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. But I do own Garrett, Rebecca, and Andy.
Words: 994
A/N: This takes place after the table sex scene and before the events in My Sacrifice (working title).
“You know, had I known it was real easy to catch a man like this, I would have learned this long ago,” Rebecca said, standing back with her arms crossed in front of her to admire her handy work. Garrett was a good teacher, maybe, to his discomfort, too good.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, you can let me loose now,” Garrett said, trying to look over his shoulder. “Rebecca?” There was a bit of panic in his tone. “Where’d you go?” he asked when she didn’t respond. She wouldn’t possibly leave me tied up like this, would she? He glanced around, hoping to see her or at least hear her.
“Oh, I’m still here, just admiring the view.” It wasn’t hard for her to picture him naked. A mischievous smile appeared.
He let out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t left him. “Not funny, now c’mon, darlin’, release me,” he said, struggling.
She nodded slightly as a parade of thoughts marched through her mind. “The things I could do to you in this position.”
“Woman!”
Rebecca raised a brow at his tone. “You’re not exactly in the best position to use that tone with me, Garrett Justin Cain,” she bit back. She walked towards him, slowly, zeroing on her target.
“Rebecca…”
WHACK!
“OW! Hey!” he protested loudly, feeling the sting from her hand through his pants. “What was that for?” He twisted, looking around to see where Rebecca was. “Damn, that hurt,” he added as an after thought. The thundering sounds of hoofs approaching made him lay still for a moment. “You gotta be kiddin’ me. Rebecca, please, c’mon, let me go.”
“Looks like we have company, dear.”
“Rebecca!” His plea went unheard. He huffed, “I’m gonna get her…” He tried to rotate his body to see who was visiting, but in his situation, it was physically impossible.
“Okay, well, this isn’t something you see every day,” Wyatt said upon seeing his brother hogtied.
Garrett dropped his head to the ground. “Fuck.” It just had to be Wyatt.
“I like the view,” Andy said, smiling and nodding. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Wyatt was staring at her. She turned and shrugged her shoulders. “If you can admire feminine curves, I can admire parts of the male anatomy.”
“He’s my brother,” Wyatt added, slightly turning up his nose.
“Can someone please, untie me? I’m getting a cramp,” Garrett said, interrupting Wyatt and Andy. Wyatt glanced at Rebecca who was going through the branding irons. Wyatt turned to Andy and wiggled his brows. So often, he had been at the receiving end of Garrett’s practical jokes growing up, but now, it was pay back.
“So, what did he do now?” Andy asked, watching Garrett struggle to free himself.
Rebecca hit the palm of her hand with the branding iron. “Nothing…yet. With Travis taking the job as sheriff,” Rebecca started to explain as she walked towards Garrett, “he left the ranch in our care. I asked Garrett to teach me how to rope and, as you can see, hogtie.”
“Yes, yes, and you’re very good at it,” Garrett said.
“Wouldn’t it had been better to show her on something other than you?” Wyatt asked, checking out the knots and nodding his approval.
“I didn’t want her to get hurt if I used an animal and…” he paused when he saw what Rebecca held in her hand. “No, you’re not…”
“Why not brand your ass with my mark…” She held out the branding iron towards his ass and made a hissing sound that mimicked the sound of flesh burning.
Garrett nervously laughed. “I think I have enough marks on my body, thank you.”
They heard more horses approaching. Rebecca raised her hand to provide cover for her eyes. “Is that…”
“Yeah. We were actually supposed to warn you two that they were coming,” Wyatt said, with a shrug, “just in case you two were…busy.” Andy tried to suppress laughter about the day's earlier event in Wyatt's kitchen.
“Wait! Who is it?” Garrett said, really frustrated now. “C’mon, this has gone on far enough. I’m seriously getting cramps.”
“It’s just your nephew and Princess DG,” Rebecca said, circling behind Garrett.
“Great Glinda!” Garrett said, raising his voice. His hands wiggled, trying to slip from the rope, but Rebecca really did do a good job. He grunted in frustration, “Arhhh!”
“The bull is sounding a bit ornery,” Andy said.
“Maybe we should turn him into a steer,” Wyatt said.
Garrett rolled his eyes. “Well, from this angle, I do have the perfect access,” Rebecca said, smacking his ass one more time. His hips jerked from the sensation and the sudden force of air from his lungs sent a cloud of dust into the air.
“What the hell?” Jeb said, sliding down from his horse, keeping his eyes on his uncle.
“Hi, Princess DG, Jeb,” Rebecca said, greeting her guests as if everything was normal. “Tea?” She was so calm asking if they wanted refreshments while her husband lay in the ring, helpless and hogtied.
Wyatt snorted. Rebecca was obviously enjoying herself. Knowing Garrett, he would get his revenge. He wondered how long she was going to leave him like that.
“You know, after seeing you two,” DG pointed to Wyatt and Andy, “and now seeing this,” she pointed to a hogtied-Garrett, “I’m getting a clear understanding of the inner workings of the Cain Clan.”
Garrett groaned, “Fun's over, can someone untie me now?”
Wyatt felt pity for his older brother and decided it was time to release him. He untied the rope that bound Garrett up. Garrett’s arms and legs flopped to the ground and he laid there, spread-eagled, oh-ing and ah-ing at the sensation of blood returning to his extremities and the cramps leaving his muscles.
“When you’re done, we’ll be inside having tea,” Wyatt said, patting his brother on his shoulder.
Garrett grunted, which to Wyatt sounded a bit like ‘fuck off’.