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“How about you be a good boy and strip for me, hmm? Give me a show.” 

Starlo’s cheeks flushed a deep teal as you circled him within the bedroom. His rays flared out as he swallowed thickly, giving a small nod despite his embarrassment.  He nervously licked his lips, glancing away from your gaze for a moment as he gathered his courage.

"Oh, um, well... I reckon I could do that, darlin'. Anythin’ to please my sweetheart,” he drawled hesitantly before taking a deep breath. With trembling fingers, Starlo reached up to slowly remove his gloves, setting them gently on the desk beside the bed. Next, he unbuttoned his poncho, letting it slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor. The metal badge made a small clink as it hit the floorboards.

After that, he took off his cowboy hat, giving you a sly wink as he tipped it towards you. He slid it down his chest sensually, the fabric of his dress shirt rippling beneath his own touch. Seeing the anticipation and desire in your eyes, he continued, reaching for the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one by one until the fabric fell open. Now blushing intensely, he shrugged the shirt off completely and tossed it aside.

His hands fumbled with his belt buckle next, the metal clasp clinking loudly in the otherwise quiet room. With a final tug, Starlo's trousers fell to the ground, leaving him standing before you in nothing but his boxers. He shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking away as he awaited your reaction. The way his tail curled anxiously made you smirk.

“Good boy, listening to me so well. But I’m not quite satisfied. When I say strip, I mean everything. That includes your boxers.”

Starlo gulped audibly, clearly feeling even more flustered and shy as you pointedly reminded him to remove the last remaining article of clothing. His face burned a deep color, but he knew he had to obey your wishes. After all, he wanted this just as much as you did. With trembling fingers, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

"Yes sir, I, uh, guess I ain't used to strippin' for nobody 'cept myself in the mornin'," Starlo drawled softly before taking a deep breath. Slowly, he began to tug his boxers down, revealing more and more of those wonderful thighs that aways made your heart beat a little faster.

You could see the delicious vulnerability on his face as he glanced nervously up at you, gauging your reaction. Seeing no disapproval, he continued to slide his boxers down until they fell to the floor with the rest of his clothes. He stood before you now, completely nude and exposed, his heart pounding in his chest almost as loud as your own.

“This alright?” His teal-ended rays burned brightly, glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. Without hesitation, you moved over to him and grabbed his wrist, guiding him over to the bed to sit down. You moved behind him, then moved his hand to wrap around his cock, covering it with your own hand. 

“Quite alright indeed, my sweet, needy sheriff. Now, to make myself clear, I’m going to guide your hand as you use it to jack yourself. Understood?”

Starlo inhaled sharply as you guided him to begin slowly stroking himself, his cock beginning to swell and stiffen further at your attention. "Oh, um… thank ya kindly, darlin'," he murmured softly, his voice wavering slightly. He let you guide his hand, his warm, aching cock throbbing gently as it continued to fill and lengthen under your heavy gaze, the bulbous head already glistening with a bead of precum.

Shy yet excited, he took a shaky breath and tried to stay still and let you fully guide his movements, allowing you complete control. His scaly chest heaved with each inhale as his hips twitched forward slightly, seeking more of your touch as a shudder of pleasure wracked through his body.

"Oh, mercy..." He breathed out, his voice a husky whisper. You began to guide his hand to move quicker, squeezing gently along the sensitive flesh. His head fell back against your shoulder as he lost himself in the new sensations, panting softly.

"Feels so good, darlin'... so good… hah…” He whined, his hips rocking in time with the slow pumps of his fist along his aching cock. He whimpered softly as you kept his strokes slow and steady, even as his body cried out for more. His hips twitched and jerked with the effort of holding back, the pleasure building with each gentle pump of his own hand along his throbbing shaft. Beads of pre-cum leaked from the flushed tip, dribbling down his yellow skin. 

“Does it now, hmm? Are you close?”

"Yes, yes, fuck, I’m so close... tryin' my best to be a good boy, just like ya asked…" He panted out, his voice strained with the concentration of maintaining the torturously slow pace. His free hand gripped your thigh tightly, his fingers digging into the fabric of your pants.

The room was filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with Starlo's labored breathing and soft, needy whimpers. You could tell his release was approaching, his hips bucking up frantically, but you held them down firmly in response.

"Darlin'... I ain't sure how much longer I can— I can last at this pace," Starlo whined breathlessly, his grip tightening on his cock as he struggled to obey your command.

“Yeah, baby? You need to cum so bad?” You cooed, guiding his strokes to be a little quicker. He let out a desperate, pathetic whine as you released your hold on his hips, his hips now bucking erratically into his hand. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that he could barely think straight. All he knew was the burning need to find his release, something that you indeed did plan to allow.

"Oh god, please… yes, yes I need it so bad! Please, darlin’, can I cum? I— I can’t— I need—" He begged shamelessly, his voice cracking with desperation. Drool trickled down his chin as he panted and moaned like a man possessed, chasing his incoming climax. His strokes became frantic and erratic as he lost himself to the pleasure. His cock throbbed and jerked in his grip, the shaft flushed a deep, angry color.

“Aww, so adorable. Even asking me to cum, such a good boy,” You purred. “Go on then, come for me.”

As soon as the words "good boy" left your lips, Starlo let out a guttural, whiny cry of ecstasy. His body convulsed violently, back arching as his cock twitched hard. Thick, hot ropes of his seed shot forth, splattered against both your hand and his, along with parts of his upper thighs as he rutted mindlessly into his own hand.

Eventually, he slumped back against you, his body going limp and pliant as the last weak spurts of his release dribbled onto his fingers. You lifted your hand and licked the mess from your fingers, then prompted him to turn his neck. Upon this happening, you kissed him deeply, his quiet whimpers of overstimulation causing you to groan against his lips. 

Next time, you’d make him return the favor.

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You had been waiting for this moment all day.

Your boots scuffed against the sand as you crept closer, pulling the old bandana you’d swiped from his closet up over your nose like a bandit’s mask, and one of Starlo’s spare revolvers— unloaded, of course— rested heavy at your hip.

He didn’t notice you until your shadow fell across the door in front of him. When he finally looked up, his brows knit in confusion at first, then tugged into that same suspicious frown you knew so well.

“Well now,” he drawled slowly, straightening to his full height. “Ain’t never seen ya wear a bandana like that ‘fore. You look like a regular bandit, darlin’.”

You tilted your chin, trying to keep a straight face as you addressed him. “Hands where I can see them, Sheriff. This is a kidnapping.”

Starlo froze, blinking once. Twice. His mouth opened, then shut again as his eyes flicked from your bandana back up to your eyes— eyes he knew too well to mistake. One of his eyebrows raised. “…You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

You stepped closer, hand hovering dramatically near the pistol at your side. “Not a joke, Sheriff. You’re comin’ with me. No fuss, no struggling… nothing. Or else.’

The corner of his mouth twitched— somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “You’re serious about this, huh?”

“Dead serious.” You leaned in. “You’re my prisoner now.”

Starlo sighed when you pulled a strip of cloth from your belt and dangled it between two fingers. “…Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me,” he muttered, though his lips curled into the faintest grin.

“Not a joke, Sheriff,” You said, stepping behind him. “Can’t have my prisoner knowing where he’s being taken.”

He tilted his head back just enough to catch your smirk before you slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “Y’know, most outlaws at least wait ‘til they’re good at actin’ before tryin’ somethin’ like this.”

“Oh, shut up.” You knotted the cloth snugly, your voice lowering just beside one of his bottom rays. “You don’t get to backtalk me right now.”

That earned a low chuckle from him, rumbling deep in his chest. “Well, shoot. All this time scarin’ off bandits, and I wind up gettin’ nabbed by the one person I thought I could trust. Figures.”

You gave him a little shove toward the door, and he stumbled forward obediently, arms still raised in mock surrender. “Move.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock deference. “Where are we headed, anyhow? You takin’ me to some secret outlaw hideout?”

You pushed him along the sandy road, your grin hidden but undeniable. “No questions. Just keep walking.”

“Oh, I get it.” He stumbled a little, but you grabbed his shoulder and righted him. “This is some elaborate scheme just to get me alone, huh? Didn’t think the great bandit would stoop to romance as a weapon, but here we are. I am pretty dashin’ sheriff, so I don’t blame ya.”

You moved your hand up to wrap around his throat threateningly, giving a light squeeze. “Keep running that mouth, Sheriff, and I won’t be as nice to you as I originally planned.”

He smirked under the blindfold. “Now that’s a threat I’d like to see you make good on.”

The dry sand gave way to creaking boards as you guided him up the steps of an old storage shed on the edge of town. Starlo’s boots scuffed at the threshold, his blindfolded head cocking as if he were trying to sniff out where he’d been taken.

“You’re awfully quiet now,” he hummed, his voice still easy and low. “Startin’ to think maybe you are good at actin’.”

You leaned in close, your hand slipping behind him— fingers brushing the base of his tail. His scales were warm under your palm. “Keep talkin’, Sheriff. See what happens.”

His rays flared as you gave his tail a sharp tug.

Starlo’s breath hitched— a strangled little sound caught in his throat before escaping as a low whine. His knees buckled slightly, then he went very still.

“…Now that’s just dirty,” he grumbled, his voice huskier, quieter. You smirked, steering him forward with a firmer grip on his arm. 

“Quit being a brat or that’s all you’re gonna get.”

He swallowed, but said nothing after that. Inside, the air smelled faintly of old wood and hay. You guided him toward the center of the room where a sturdy chair sat waiting. “Sit,” You ordered, pushing gently at his shoulders.

To your pleasure, he obeyed, lowering himself into the chair with a faint creak of the wood. The blindfold still hid his eyes, but you could see the tips of his rays twitch, his tail flicking once behind him like a nervous tell. 

“This really how bandits do things?” He asked, trying for a shaky chuckle. “Blindfold a man, drag him off, pull on his tail ‘til he yelps?”

You looped the rope around his wrists, binding them to the chair arms with practiced ease. “That’s just the warmup,” You purred near his neck, reveling in the way he shivered. The ropes held firm, his hands tied to the arms of the chair. Starlo shifted against them, testing, but he didn’t resist much— just a token tug, a weak show of strength.

“Comfortable?” You asked, your tone dripping with mock concern.

“Not exactly how I usually like to sit after a long day,” he huffed, that crooked grin attempting to creep back onto his face. “But I’ll manage.”

You reached down, fingers brushing the edge of his poncho. He stiffened as you undid it and slid it off of him, peeling it away and tossing it aside. His chest rose and fell a little quicker now as you toyed with the first button of his dress shirt.

“W-wait—” He started, but you silenced him with a firm tug, popping the button loose. Then another. And another.

Starlo’s breath caught, his smirk faltering as his chest was revealed, scales rippling under your hands in the dim light. His rays flattened back, betraying nerves even as he tried to keep his voice steady.

“Outlaws these days… you’re real forward, huh?”

You leaned close, lips grazing the edge of his jaw as you murmured, “I warned you. I’m not gonna be nice.”

With that, you slipped the blindfold free. His white eyes blinked against the dim glow, wide, startled— then locked on you as you swung a leg over his and straddled him. The chair creaked beneath the sudden weight, his bound hands flexing against the rope. Heat flared in his cheeks as he stared up at you, breath uneven. “O-oh.”

His breath came shallow now, chest rising against the ropes as you pressed yourself down on him. He tried for another quip, but it died in his throat when your fingers gripped his shirt collar and pulled it wider, exposing more of his scales to the cool air.

“You’re not even fighting me anymore,” You whispered, leaning in close enough for your lips to almost brush his ear.

His tail twitched helplessly against the chair leg, betraying him. “Don’t exactly seem like I got a choice, do I?”

“Clever boy.” Your hand slid down his chest, nails dragging just hard enough to make him jolt, the creak of the chair loud in the still room. “You’re at my mercy now.”

Starlo swallowed hard, eyes half-lidded as they darted up at you. His bravado flickered again, though weaker this time. “Mercy, huh? Somethin’ tells me you don’t plan on showin’ me much of that.”

Your grin widened as you slowly rocked your hips against him, rougher now, deliberately testing how much he’d squirm with his arms bound. Each motion pulled a strained sound from him, half protest, half surrender.

“Hah… c’mon, darlin’, quit with all the foreplay, please…” 

“You’re not the one in control here,” You growled, sliding your hands down the front of his half-unbuttoned shirt. He squirmed and strained against his bindings before arching into your touch as you tweaked his nipples. 

“A-ah! Careful, easy there—!” He whined, gasping as you continued to touch him. “I’m— I’m sensitive—” 

“Oh, I know you’re sensitive, why do you think I’m doing this?” You smirked. “You know, I’m having a lot more fun with this than I thought I would. Think you could work another bandit into the next town act?”

Starlo bucked his hips up helplessly as you dragged your nails down his chest sensually. “I-I’m sure we can— ah, fuck— work somethin’ out…!” 

“Good boy.”

With that, you decided that it was time for the finishing act. You continued to tweak and pinch at the sensitive buds on his chest as he squirmed and writhed, unable to break free of the rope around his wrists. His chest was sensitive, yes, but you knew where you had to go to get the most reactions out of him. 

With one hand still on his chest, your other traveled upwards to the side of his head. His eyes fluttered open immediately, knowing exactly what your plan was. “Wait, darlin’, I— mngh!”

You wrapped your hand around his bottom left ray, tugging and squeezing on the delicate appendage. His back arched away from the chair as he let out a strangled cry of pleasure, his voice high-pitched and needy.

“O-oh Angel, fuck! Please, please— angh— more, keep touching me, please—!”

“As the sheriff commands,” You purred, leaning forward to kiss up along his neck, then his jaw, then to the end of his ray. You nibbled and sucked on the end of it, and he let out what was practically a wail of ecstasy.

He threw his head back and shuddered as he came in his pants, his tail thrashing and coiling behind him. You cooed praises into his ear, relishing in the small whimpers you managed to coax out of him as he came down from his high. After a few more moments of him panting and calming down, he blinked open his eyes and gave you a lop-sided grin.

“You should kidnap me more often.”