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thought about it, whether it was this or the pain that made him scream. He only knew that the excitement could no longer be denied and he grit his teeth in a vain attempt to stifle his cries as he was flogged, hard and remorselessly. Walt listened to the crack of the whip and the yells of the big butch Marshal and, with a curse, reached for his cock.
Chapter 12
Stripped to the waist and sweating, Jose mucked out the last stall. Abe had said he'd be out here at noon. It was long past that now and the empty ache that he always got in the pit of his stomach when he was going to see Bradburn in the barn, had gotten worse. Sanchez appeared at the doorway,
"Want a hand, little brother?"
"Thanks no, I've just about finished."
Sanchez waited while Jose put up the rake and donned his shirt. Then the two brothers strolled across the corral towards the homestead.
"I expected Abe a couple of hours ago. Guess something turned up."
"He's in an unpredictable profession, Jose, you know that."
"Sure, I know that, and also a dangerous one."
"He's a big tough man, he can take care of himself."
"Yes, I guess so. But if Papa can spare me, I going to ride into Tyler tomorrow afternoon."
Chapter 13
Viking had got his blood. It made fine filigree patterns as it oozed from the welts and into the deep channel made by the thick slabs of muscle either side of Bradburn's spine. Then it trickled down, through the hairy crack between the Marshal's lashed buttocks and dripped onto the rough stone flags.
Viking had dished out plenty of floggings but none so hard and sustained as this. Bradburn had bucked, writhed and yipped but had made no pleas for mercy. Viking felt a grudging respect as he wondered just how much more it would take to whip this tough bastard senseless.In any event it would mean cutting Bradburn very badly and that would not do if he was to get his gold and be rid of the son-of-bitch. Reluctantly he lowered the whip and Corky shouted,
"Come on finish the bastard."
Viking tossed the whip onto a bench and strode across to the stove,
"He's taken enough for now. I want him to be able to appreciate this," he said, taking up the branding iron and walking round to face Bradburn. He held it up inches from the Marshal's head,
"Ready to suck cock and lick my boots, or do I have to give you this mister Marshal sir?"
Bradburn could feel the heat of the red-hop iron on his face but his dark eyes held Viking's unwaveringly.
"Fuck off," he sneered.
"Tut, tut, mind your manners," Viking mocked as he sauntered round behind the naked, spreadeagled
man and held the iron an inch from the Marshal's hairy right buttock.
"Submit."
"Are you deaf, you dumb Swedish asshole, I said fuck off," Bradburn shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement. There was a loud hiss and the Marshal's body went rigid as the iron was pressed against his ass. He made a strangled sound, then went limp as it was withdrawn, leaving a brand, some four inches square.
""Now that's real pretty," Viking laughed, looking at the 'D ' superimposed on a 'Y' which was the Dayton mark. He put the brand carefully back in the corner before strutting around to face Bradburn.
"What have you got to say for yourself now, Marshal?" Bradburn lifted his pale tear-streaked face but said nothing. Flogged and branded the big tough man was broken, Viking thought, but he don't know it yet. He looked down at the huge drooling cock and smirked as he unbuttoned his fly. And now it was time to show him.
"That's a nice big piece of meat you've got there Marshal, but it ain't got nothin' on this, EH"
Bradburn had seen the bulge in the blond cowboy's pants enough times to know he was well hung but the actuality made him gape. Hard, cut and thick, it must be nearly twelve inches, he reckoned, as he watched Viking ease out a pair of balls, equally awesome.
"That's right Marshal, get a good look at what you've got coming," Viking sneered, savouring the look of naked fear on Bradburn's face.
Corky watched Viking pump his cock a couple of times before he prised open Bradburn's whipped buttocks,
"Christ Viking, you're not gonna take 'im dry? You'll kill him."
"No I won't, anyways, I think this is what this sick bastard's been wanting for years, eh Marshal?"
Viking pressed his enourmous glans against the tight little virgin sphincter. Bradburn began to sweat and he tried to loosen his ass muscles, knowing instinctively, that he had to make the entry as easy possible, or face serious injury. But his body, with a conscience of it's own, was doing just that and he was aware of an ache of delicious anticipation. He felt rough hands grip his hips and he was yanked back as Viking made a mighty thrust forward. Bradburn screamed as the glans burst through his tight ring of muscle and half the thick shaft bored up into him. The pain was excruciating and as he felt Viking shunt back he sobbed,
"No, for Christ's sake, stop, please.. you're...! In answer, Viking lunged again, even harder, driving his cock in, up to his balls and Bradburn screamed again.
"Got yah, Marshal," Viking growled and he pulled back and began to fuck Bradburn, his strokes long and deep. The stabs of pain merged with the glorious sensation welling up from his battered prostate
and he threw back his head and grunted in unison with Viking's powerful thrusts. Viking felt Bradburn pushing back to meet him and he fucked even harder. Corky watching the two big sweating men in awe, noticed Bradburn's grunts growing sharper and louder and his big cock begin to twitch. Suddenly he yelled and started firing thick gouts of spunk and a moment later Viking roared as he too exploded.
Viking clung to Bradburn until the last of his spasms had passed, then he pulled out roughly and turned to Corky with a grin on his flushed face,
"Okay, let's see what you can do." Corky walked around to face Bradburn and pulled out his cock, gloating,
"I should have strung you up and given you this ages ago, you big-balled bastard."
"Go to hell you traitorous little snake."
"Still mouthin' off," ain't he" Corky said to Viking.
"Don't worry, I'll knock that out of him tomorrow. Now fuck him, it you're going to."
"Sure, take it easy will yah."
"Listen Corky, I've got a ranch to run remember?"
"Okay, okay," Corky replied and, movng behind Bradburn, saw the spunk oozing out of his ass. He positioned himself and pushed. Bradburn was still tight but well lubed now and Corky slid in smoothly.
"Oh Boy, that's good," he murmured and started to fuck, with short fast thrusts that Bradburn found very painful. He grit his teeth and kept his body rigid, not wanting to give Corky the pleasure of knowing. Luckily the red-headed Deputy was very excited and Bradburn did not have to endure the discomfort for more than a minute or so, before Corky came.
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