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Viking swung the buckle and Bradburn began to grunt and sob. His balls grew dark red and started to turn purple before Bradburn threw back his head, gave a strangled cry and exploded. Spunk flew yards across the barn and spattered Viking's face and chest.
"Quite a performance, Marshal, sir," Viking mocked as he unroped the naked man sagging against the post. Bradburn dropped to his knees, head bowed.
"Now, Submit," Viking hissed. The Marshal nodded.
"Say it, you bastard," Viking yelled, "Say I submit Sir."
Bradburn lifted his head and whispered,
"I submit, Sir."
"Louder, come on, let's all hear it."
"I submit Sir," Bradburn yelled.
"That's better," Viking crowed, pulling out his straining cock with shaking hands.
"Come here, you fairy and suck my cock. Crawl."
Bradburn had to stretch his mouth wide to take the huge glans and felt his jaw crack. His mouth was flooded with a glorious salty taste and he eagerly pressed forward until be began to gag. Viking grabbed his ears and driving his massive cock deep into Bradburn's throat, pulled his head forward until the Marshal's nose was buried in his public hair. Viking savoured the moment then drew back to let the gagging man get his breath before he began to face fuck him. He was very close and after barely a minute of brutal thrusting he exploded, withdrawing a little so that he could fill Bradburn's mouth with his thick spunk. Only when his last spasm had died did he release his head and withdraw. Then he looked down at the big muscular man kneeling before him. Bradburn raised his head and Viking saw the spunk oozing from the sides of his mouth, matting his black beard and dripping onto his hairy chest. Viking was exultant, he had broken the man he'd hated and yet so desired.
"Now you cock-sucking pansy, here's another first, lick my boots.
Chapter 15
Jose rode into Tyler and hitched his horse near the Jailhouse. He spotted the notice in the window and, mounting the steps, read
Marshal and Deputy out of town on duty. Enquiries to Virgil Makepeace at the Mercantile.
Strange he thought and headed across the street to the Mercantile.
"Mr Makepeace's in back, in his office," the young assistant said, and Jose made his way between the sacks and boxes to the rear of the shop. The office door was ajar and Jose tapped on the frosted glass before he peered in.
"Come in my boy," Virgil called as he rose from his desk. "What can I do for you?"
Makepeace was a small man with a huge moustache and sidewhiskers.
"I was kind of looking for the Marshal."
"Ain't here boy, gone down to Twin Pines with the Deputy."
"I find that kind of strange Sir."
"Nothing strange about it. See here's the telegram." Jose read the yellow form and handed it back to Virgil.
"If there's nothing I can do for you boy, I'll wish you good day."
Oh, sure sir, good day and thank you," Jose said and walked out through the cluttered shop. He stood for a moment, feeling puzzled and a little uneasy, in the bright sunshine then headed across the street to the saloon. Buying a beer, he stood at the bar, trying to reason out why he felt so uneasy. Two beers later, he was just deciding to leave when the big hairy guy, called Ben, pushed through the doors. His face lit up when he saw Jose and he walked over.
"Hi Chico, how's things?"
"Fine Ben, want a beer?"
"Sure. The family's away, if you wanna come back?"
"That would be great, but another time, okay?"
"Fine. What're you doin' in town?"
"I came looking for Abe...er..the Marshal."
"Down at Twin Pines, so they say."
"Did you see them leave?"
"That's strange Chico, I saw only the Marshal leave, real early yesterday morning."
"Was he heading out towards Twin Pines?"
"That's strange too, Chico, he was headin' out of the north east trail."
They drank their beer and Jose, excusing himself, left the saloon.
Jose headed home, eager to talk to Sanchez. Was he behaving like some love-sick kid? His brother would know what to do. He rode into the corral, handed his horse to one of the hands and hurried into the house.
"They're not here Jose," his mother said. "Your father and Sanchez are driving some cattle down to Red Butte."
"When did they say they'd be back, Mama?"
"Papa said not to expect them back until after dark."
Chapter 16
Viking had set up tables of food and booze beside the corral. The hands had now been drinking for an hour or more and he judged them to be just about ready for his treat. He grinned to himself as he made for the barn. He pulled open the doors and led Bradburn out into the corral by his roped balls like a prize bull. The hands stared in silence and Viking was beginning to wonder if he'd misjudged the moment, when Walt yelled,
"Jeez, would you just look at that ass, boys." There were a couple of whistles and another voice piped up,
"Why Walt, reckon you've got enough pecker to give it what it deserves?" There was an explosion of laughter and cheering, and in the din, Walt's reply was inauduble but his grabbing his cock through his levis was answer enough. When the hubbub had died down, Viking bawled,
"Where do you want the faggot, Walt?"
"Tie his wrists to the lower bar of the fence, Boss."
Walt licked his lips as he looked at the big man bent over with his legs kicked wide apart and his big balls swinging between his hairy thighs. Just how I like 'em he thought as he eased out his cock.
"Come on Walt, give it to him." a hand yelled and Viking watched the men, flushed and bright-eyed, as they all cheered. Most were aroused and he smiled as he looked at the straining cocks. This was going to be some party. Walt gave Bradburn a good hard fuck and when he pulled out and swaggered up to Viking his still hard cock bobbing in front of him, another cowboy took his place. Viking handed him a very large rye.
"Jeez boss, that was great. The faggot was pushing back to meet me. Must give him another one."
"Why not, we've got all night.. But let the other guys have a go first," Viking replied and grabbing Walt's cock pumped it a couple of times.The half-drunk cowboy's eyes widened with surprise and his mouth dropped open as Viking's other hand grabbed his ass.
"Let's go to the barn Walt, I'll bring the bottle."
"Not so sure Boss, this ain't really my thing," Walt said as Viking put an arm around his shoulders and led his away.
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