The Marshal Page 5

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Bradburn had leaned back against the wall, his racing heart slowing as his breathing steadied. Jose
still knelt on hands and knees, fighting for breath. Finally Bradburn had managed tol pant,
"Christ, Jose, I shouldn't have done that, I...."
"Shut up Abe, that's just what I wanted you to do," Jose replied, climbing to his feet.
"Oh Boy, Jose, you've come in your levis," Bradburn said and they both laughed, a little shakily. Then they heard Sanchez's voice outside. Bradburn had shoved his cock away, and grabbing up their forks, they'd began to spread the fresh hay. Sanchez shouted again amd Jose had grinned to himself, his brother was showing more discretion than usual. But the expression on his face, when he'd finally appeared in the doorway, and caught sight of Bradburn's gaping fly and his brother's cum-filled levis, was something that Jose would never forget. "Mama has the meal ready. You are welcome to join us Abe," Sanchez had said.
"Thank her for me Sanchez, but I have to get back to town," Bradburn had replied and Sanchez was gone like a shot.

For a few more minutes, Jose looked out over the prairie to the point where Bradburn had disappeared. Then he became away of the cold spunk oozing down his thighs. He couldn't let Mama see him like this.

                                                                Chapter 5

It was hot in the Jailhouse. Getting up from the desk, Corky stretched and glanced at the wall clock. Eleven and he was not meeting Viking til four. He pawed his crutch. God he was so fucking horny. He was really getting addicted to that bastard's cock. He looked at the beefy bare-chested man sprawled on his cot behind the bars. Like me, ain't yah, he thought, eying the big damp bulge between the guy's legs. I'd like to help you with that, mister, but if that bastard Bradburn caught us I'd be busted. Dammit he'd go across to the saloon and get some ham 'n eggs and a beer. He locked up
and walked out into the bright sunshine.

Abe and Jose were stood at the bar and again Corky felt a sharp stab of jealousy. They turned to face him as he approached and looked like a couple of kids who'd been caught stealing apples. Corky managed a smile and said, "Hi, mine's a beer," as Jose turned to order.
"Everything okay over there," Bradburn asked.
"Sure we've only one guest and he's been fed and watered."
"Okay I'll get over there, you eat and take the rest of the day off."
"Thanks, I was plannin' on goin' up to the river later for a swim anyway."
Bradburn nodded goodbye to Jose, snatched up his stetson and strode out. They watched him leave and Jose said, "I'd like to join you but I needed back at the ranch."
"Sure, some other time then," Corky replied unable to keep the rancour out of his voice.
"Sure, I guess I'd better be on my way too, Adios." Jose replied stiffly and made his escape.

Corky had a plate of ham 'n eggs and a couple of beers before he rode out to the river. He threaded his way through the trees to Red Rock and tethered his horse where it could reach the water to drink. Pulling a towel  out of his saddlebag, Corky stripped out of his sweaty clothes. His rigid cock bounced from side to side as he stepped down to the river's edge and plunged into the deep cold water. When he climbed out, some twenty minutes later, his cock ihad softened but there was still a dull ache in this balls. After towelling himself dry, he remembered what Viking had said and tugged on his boots, before making his way to the shack. He got his fishing pole and flies, and found a shady nook above the water hole.

Viking smiled to himself, all in all, it'd been a good night. He gotten the booze and let the boys have their fling. There'd been a good fist-fight and he'd plugged both the guys he'd wanted. The first had been a disappointment as he'd been too drunk to really know what was happening to him. But Oh Boy, secomnd. A big tough bastard, but he'd yelled and screamed for mercy. He'd fought back and thrashed about but Viking had rode the big bronco bastard real hard. Still smiling he ducked under the low tree branches and caught sight of Corky's red head and broad muscular back. He tethered his horse in the usual place and stripped off his shirt. When he turned, Corky was coming towards him, hard and eager.

Their coupling was long, hard and violent, only coming to an end when both men, for the moment at least, were sated. Corky sprawled on his back, bruised and sore as usual, too torpid to rinse the sweat, spunk and blood from, his body. Viking lay, with his head on Corky's body, seemingly also spent. But he was deciding if now the time had come to attempt to turn Corky's two-timing into full betrayal. Pitching his voice to sound a little more than indifferent, he said, "Ever done this with that big ape Bradburn, he's got a big enough pole between his legs?"
"No," Corky paused, the added, "Sure, he's hung like a fucking donkey, but he doesn't seem to know what to do with it." There was another longer pause, "Leastways he don't when I'm around." Viking heard the anger and frustration in Corky's voice and sat up. Turning to Corky, Viking tried to keep his growing excitement out of his voice, You're a Deputy Marshal and should always be there for him, but it seems to me you don't like him very much."
"He's an arrogant, butch-struttin' son-of-a-bitch," Corky said pushing himself up onto his elbows. Viking was unaware of the jealousy that was eating away at Corky like acid and his vehemence took him by surprise. The words were like music to his ears and he continued, "Some while ago, he was the foreman up at Dayton's ranch."
"That'd be afore you, I guess."
"Sure, I was just a hired hand at the time."
"Shit what happened?"
Shame like bile rose in Viking's throat and it was several seconds before he coud reply, and then with a life.
"I was the only one that stood up to his bullying.  An' he and his cronies gave me a beating. Worked me over so bad, old Dayton fired him."
Corky sat up, his mouth gaping with surprise and Viking knew the moment had come. He paused, licked his lips and said, very quietly, "An' I'm goin' to pay him back."
"What?" ...How...What do you mean?"
"Wanna see me give him the beatin' he's bin askin' for?"
Corky made no reply but his eyes glittered with excitement and his hardening cock gave Viking his answer. He smiled, and said,
"That means you'll stand by and watch?"
"Too damned right I will mister, I'll even hold your coat."
Both men laughed, before Crky added,
"When 'n when are you going to fix him?
"Don't right know. But I want the high 'n mighty in Tyler to see their big butch Marshal beaten to pulp... Any ideas?"
"Sure, Friday the town committee have their monthly meeting at the saloon. Me and him'll be there and everybody whose anybody around here.?" Viking was delighted.