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Viking walked around to the back of the barn, with Corky beside him, and stopped in front of Walt. He look at the pile of oiled tackle then at the damp patches on the dandy ground and said,
"Seems you've been doin' more wankin' than work, you horny bastard."
"Sorry boss, but by the way you was sortin' out that arrogant son-of-a-bitch in there, I couldn't help it."
Viking looked down at Walt's ever ready cock and smiled to himself. It was high time he gave the bastard another plugging. But this time he'd make sure he was sober.
"Okay Walt, there's a hell of a lot to do on the ranch today. But I want you to stay here."
"But won't you need.."
"No Walt, I want you to keep an eye on the Marshal in there." Walt's eyes lit up.
"Oh sure boss."
"Cut him down, clean him up a bit and give him something to eat. Pull or suck him off if'n you want, but I don't want him fucked understood? If he's still dribblin' spunk when I get back tonight I'll horse-
whip you." Walt nodded. "And see he's hog-tied."
Chapter 14
Bradburn lay on his side, his wrists tied behind his back and roped to his ankles. The ranch hands had returned about two hours ago and he'd heard them going to the chuck house.It was pitch black in the barn and he was cold and stiff. Suddenly he heard a soft footfall and, craning his neck, saw Viking enter the barn carrying lamp. He bent down and untied Bradburn's ankles. "Okay, on your feet mister." The Marshal climbed painfully to his feet and winced as coarse rope was wrapped around his cock and balls, and knotted tightly.He began to pound tro full erection and grunted as he was yanked roughly by his balls to the barn door. Viking led him into the small foreman's cabin and putting down the lamp, bolted the door. He turned and looked at his big bearded captive, naked but for his boots. Bradburn stood, legs wide braced, arms tied behind him, his huge roped cock jutting out and the big glans gleaming in the lamplight. Viking snatched up some rope and. grabbing Bradburn by the shoulders, shoved him down onto the bed. He roped the Marshal's neck to the bedstead, effectively immobilising him while he undid his wrists, and then also secured them to the brassd rails. Finally he removed the rope from Bradburn's throat and began to strip off his clothes with trembling fingers. He'd had a score of men tied to his bed like this but none had inflamed his lust like this tough bastard. He looked at his big, hard sculpted buttocks and the deep hairy crack and groaned inwardly.
Bradburn bit into the pillow in despair. His body, thrumming with excitement and almost aching for the blond cowboy's touch, would not be denied. Viking lowered his body onto him and he stifled a moan, then felt the cock, like a huge iron bare, press against his sphincter. His ring flared open and his ass rose up to meet the excruciating lunge of entry. He gave loud grunt as Viking slammed in, then felt the big balls pressed against his buttocks.
"Christ you horny faggot," Viking whispered in his ear before he drew back.
"Now my little filly, I'm gonna give you the ride of your life."
Laying in Walt's hairy arms, Corky could hear, faintly, the animal grunts coming from the foreman's cabin. He felt himself hardening and, reaching back, grabbed the sleeping cowboy's lovely cock. Walt was awake in an instant.
"Come on cowboy, we ain't even started yet." Walt chuckled,
"I sure as hell like a guy who can't git enough."
Bradburn woke to find himself hog-tied and lying on the barn floor again. From the light pouring in he guessed the sun had been up for some time. He only had a faint recollection of being brought back to the barn but he'd never forget the night that had passed. Viking had fucked him relentlessly and he'd lost count of the times that he'd fired his load.He'd been hauled into different positions and the mattress had become sodden with their spunk and sweat. And still the ficking had continued, hard and remoreless. Bradburn had lost all sense of time and had floated in a sea of ecstasy until sleep and total exhaustion has finally claimed them both.
Viking marched into the chuck house, where the ranch hands were sitting at the rough wooden tables, finishing the breakfast. They all looked up with surprise and someone muttered,
"Jeez its a fucking wonder he can still stand."
A couple of men sniggered and Viking, ignoring them, helped himself to a pile of ham and eggs. Spotting Corky, sitting alone with Walt, he dropped his plate onto their table and sat on the bench opposite them. He shovelled food into his mouth for a few minutes, then, looking up, saw the expression on Corky's face.
"If'n you're gonna say what I think you're gonna say, shutup."
"Aw relax Viking, I was only gonna say you look real good. Sex sure agrees with you."
"Thought you'd have noticed that before, of all people. Now shut up and eat your breakfast."
They sat in silence and, pushing his empty plate aside, Viking got himself some coffee. He didn't rejoin them but standing in the middle of the room shouted,
"Okay, men, listen up."
Seeing he'd got their attention he continued,
"Today's gonna be a bit special. I want you all back at the ranch an hour sfter noon.I sent Dave down to Tyler for a wagonload of booze. We're gonna have us a party."
Waiting for the loud cheers to die down, Viking yelled again,
"And I've got a real treat lined up for you. So git y'r asses out there and earn it."
The laughing hands began to leave and Walt, with Corky beside him, also made for the door. Viking looked at the horny cowboy's tight, beautifully rounded ass and smiled to himself.
Viking's boot thudded into Bradburn's side , and he yelled,"On your feet asshole." Then he grabbed the rope, still knotted around the Marshal's balls, dragged him across the barn, and tied him to a post. He found the iron rod again and, spreading Bradburn's legs wide apart, roped his ankles to it. Sripping off his shirt, he took up Bradburn'a heavy, studded belt, which he'd cast aside, and once more wrapped it around his fist as he stood before the Marshal.
"Ready to submit?"
"No."
"You will," Viking snarled and swung the belt at the big roped balls. Bradburn's body jerked against his bonds and he gave a yell of pain and surprise. "You bastard," he gasped, then his body twitched
and jerked as Viking lashed his balls. He grunts became louder and after a dozen blows Viking stopped.
"They're coming on nicely," he sneered. "A guy shouldn't wear a buckle his big Marshal, unless he's man enough to take it."
For a second Bradburn's brow creased in puzzlement, then his eyes widened as Viking's intent became clear.
"Christ, No, Ohlson, please.."
"No so arrogant now. are we Marshal," Viking smirked, rewinding the belt around his fist, this time with the big buckle hanging free. Bradburn stared at the belt, and when he raised his eyes, Viking saw the first trace of fear in them.
"I can see you know what's coming. You can submit and save yourself a lot of pain or show me what a big tough man you are."
"You're still all mouth Ohlson," Bradburn snarled. Then Viking saw the fear in the Marshal's eyes had gone, and they now gleamed with excitement.
"Do it. Finish me, you fucking bastard."
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