The Good, The Bad And The Irresistible

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I started coming-to, hanging as I was from a wooden beam by my hands, my feet barely touching the floor. Damned fool really for letting myself be caught so easily, although in fairness I did have that cowboy’s cock in my mouth at the time, so my attention had been focused elsewhere.

They were in cahoots of course, the cowboy and whoever it was who’d hit me on the head just as the young buck had started emptying his pungent load into my mouth; the last thing I could remember, happily.

Now here I was, paying for my pleasure, stark naked save for my trail-scuffed boots scraping the dirt floor of what I assumed to be a barn. I shook my head in an attempt to clear the fog and pain, but only made it worse, the taste of the young buck’s filthy cock and thick spunk still in my mouth. 

My raddled senses figured that I can’t have been hanging there for too long, my joints weren’t yet screaming out, the acrid smell of the lad’s unwashed foreskin still strong in my nostrils; he’d been on the trail for a while, which had only served to increase his and my horniness.

But these were thoughts for another time, and I was brought back to the reality of my situation by a hand caressing my butt cheek, just out of sight and accompanied by a deep, low moan of…..what was it, admiration?

A single finger travelled down my crack from the patch of dark fur that nestled at the base of my spine, working its way through the tangle of sweaty butt hair until lighting upon my tight hole, lingering there with surprising gentleness. My limp cock (a creature of habit) twitched and began to stiffen, despite the situation, or maybe because of it.

“You’re awake,” a voice just behind my ear, “I’ve been waiting.” I didn’t bother struggling or reacting in any way, knowing how futile it would be; those knots were clearly tied by an expert.

A gloved hand reached around and took hold of my stiffening tool, tugging on it with unexpected care, working the slippery hood just enough to bring me to full erection. That leather felt real good and I was unable to stifle a moan, which may have been the wrong message, given the circumstance.

“What do you want?” I gasped stupidly, his stiff cock now pressing against my butthole in lieu of his fingers, which were busy elsewhere. 

“People tell me you’ve been looking for me, so I thought I’d find you first” came the reply, his hand releasing my cock moments before the point of no return. I grunted as I felt his hard, mushroom knob press against my butthole and push itself just inside, stretching me in a way I’d been missing for a while now.

“Forgive me” he sighed, as he withdrew his cock-head with exquisite slowness from my arse, his fingers once again massaging my hole with that unexpected tenderness. “I never take what isn’t freely given.”

“Is that why I’m trussed up and hanging like a side of beef?” I asked, hoping that my bluntness would not aggravate an already tense situation.

“Don’t get me wrong friend, I enjoy the chase, but we can leave it there if you’d rather.” His breathing in my ear was both disturbing and exciting, and I realised that my cock was still painfully hard. I also realised that I’d found Sonny O’Toole (or rather he’d found me), the object of my latest man-hunt.

Sonny was an ex-Marine, hero of the capture of New Orleans in 1862 and festooned with more decorations than a Xmas tree. He’d been “honourably” discharged (much to his fury) after being caught by a crusading preacher fucking a Sergeant in a brothel in New York City. His reputation was such that the incident had been hushed up by the power’s that be, and Sonny’s “retirement” after such a long and noble military career was accepted as such by the general population. 

It had left Sonny understandably bitter however, and the first thing he’d done with his new found liberty was to track down that preacher and fuck him to within an inch of his life, before leaving him naked and utterly compromised in an all-boy brothel, dressed in women’s dainties and fully made up like a two-bit whore; fine fodder for the waiting pack of journalists who had been mysteriously tipped off about the lurid spectacle.

Which, of course, burst the whole thing wide open and suddenly Sonny was a wanted man with a price on his head, which is where I came in. I’m not proud when it comes to taking on bounty-hunting jobs, and even though I thought he was a man “more sinned against sinning” the reward was just too much for my better nature to compete with. So when I got word that a Marine type had been seen in my area of activity, I thought I might as well take a look. Too cocksure by half, I now realised that pitting myself against a pissed-off Marine was not one of my brighter ideas.

Hence my current predicament.

Without warning my hands were released from the overhead beam and I fell to my knees, still bound by the wrists but back in some semblance of control. I didn’t try to get up, knowing only too well that it would take a while for my stretched joints to relax. Besides, I was more than casually interested in finding out a bit more about my captor’s intentions.

Looking up as he stepped around to stand in front of me, the first thing I saw was his cock, as stiff as mine and leaking thick clear fluid, his smooth balls pendulous below the shaft, all surmounted by a full, wiry ginger bush I would have paid good money to bury my nose in. 

He was standing close enough for me to smell his scent, tumescent and powerful. Before I knew what I was doing I found myself leaning forward, my face pressed against his warm cock-flesh, inhaling him like a drowning man sucking in air. My lips parted and the sweet taste of his leaking juice was on my tongue as he slipped his shaft between my lips, forcing it deep towards the back of my throat, almost making me gag.

“Shall we continue?” he asked, slipping his cock from my mouth, allowing me to gasp for air.  He had me of course, we both knew the answer. “Very well then, let’s get you on your feet.” 

Without further discussion he grabbed me under the armpits and hoisted me up, holding me firmly while I steadied myself, my limbs slowly coming back to life. He surprised me by raising his gloved hands to his face and inhaling the stench of my unwashed pits, closing his eyes momentarily as if transported. 

When he opened them again he planted a long deep kiss on my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth, coaxing my own into action. He tasted good, like old whisky and tobacco and mahogany and sex. If my arms had been free I would have clung onto him for dear life.

“I suppose I should be annoyed with you for tracking me down, but truth to tell I’ve been expecting it for some time.” He was whispering into my ear, my hard dick in his gloved hand, the feel of the soft leather sending me closer and closer to the edge. As if reading my thoughts he chuckled and stopped. “No not yet, when I’m ready, not you.”

He stepped back to get a good look at me, bedraggled, filthy, tumescent. He liked what he saw, casually pulling on his own cock as his eyes travelled up and down my aching body.

I looked him over as well and my cock twitched and bobbed as if unaware of the difficulty of the situation. Solid smooth body, shaved head, thick moustache, piercing eyes that meant business, even better looking than the formal portraits I’d seen in the newspapers? My cock isn’t always a good judge of character, but it knows a man when it sees one.

He knew who I was too, the local grapevine having alerted him to my presence the moment I took up his trail. Chastened, I admitted to myself that my recent success capturing the Daytona Boys on their rampage of male sexual abuse had made me way too confident in my abilities, especially when put up against a professional like Sonny. Too late to worry about that now as I stood before him wondering just where this encounter might lead. 

I soon found out as he reached across and squeezed my nipples, gently at first but with increasing force, all the time staring directly into my eyes, daring me to flinch or call out. I did neither although my breathing became deeper as I felt the exquisite pain and pleasure course through my body. 

Without looking down I knew that I was in trouble, and no sooner had the thought crossed my mind than I let out an involuntary gasp as a single thick rope of creamy white spunk shot out of my dick and splattered across his stomach and over his hard cock. I yelled out then, but not in pain.

He laughed as he looked down and saw the result of his efforts. Collecting my jizz in his hand he smeared it over his stiff tool before roughly turning me around and manhandling himself in between my butt cheeks, pushing his slippery knob against my hole before slowing things down and entering me with surprising gentleness. 

He put his arms around me, holding me tight, squeezing my nipples with one hand while the other worked my throbbing cock to the point of no return. Pushing past the tightness of my sphincter his manroot worked its way deep into my arse, the feel of his pubes against my buttocks an added pleasure.

I came again, this time spurt after spurt as I backed my butt against his cock buried deep in my gut, the sound of his body slapping against mine reverberating around the cavernous space of the barn. He bit the back of my neck as I felt his rod explode inside, filling my passage with hot spunk, his thrusts getting harder and more intense with each release. The pounding seemed to go on forever as he worked himself in deeper and deeper, his spasms hard and brutal. 

How long we were locked in this embrace I couldn’t say, but when his orgasm finally subsided and I felt his manroot soften inside me I was overcome by a wave of satisfaction and exhaustion. The feel of his body leaning against mine as he recovered from the exertion felt so good, and we stood motionless for a few minutes, neither of us wanting the moment to end.

When his spent cock slipped out of my arse he kept hold of me, nuzzling his face into my neck, the feel of his moustache soft and gentle. My arse let go a loud fuck-fart  and it was enough to break the spell and bring us back to reality.

“Bend over” he commanded, and I was so in thrall to him that I unquestioningly did as I was told. A few seconds passed and then I felt a hot stream of water splash over my buttocks and flow down my crack. I instinctively parted my legs and he directed his powerful piss stream onto my sloppy hole, washing away the grime of the trail and the voluminous amounts of spunk that I could feel leaking out of me. It flowed down my legs and into my boots, overflowing the tops and washing away the dust and muck that had accumulated over the last few days and weeks.

I straightened up when it was over and turned to face him, my hands still bound, my cock limp and heavy, a thick trail of jizz hanging from the bunched folds of my foreskin. A few drops of piss leaked from his slit as he reached across and caught the strand on his fingers, rubbing it over his full lips before kissing me again, the taste of my cum sweet on our tongues.

Pulling back he untied my wrists and set me free. The rope had left bruises and he took my hands in his and looked at them, running his fingers over the marks to ensure that no serious damage had been done. 

He surprised me by dropping to his knees in front of me, my putrid cock just inches from his face. He inhaled its scent before taking it into his mouth and tickling the slimey skin with his tongue, probing it gently to savour the taste of my sex. We both knew that I could have moved on him at that vulnerable moment, but we also knew that I wouldn’t. 

Releasing my cock from his mouth he motioned for me to raise my foot as he worked first one flooded boot off and then the other, emptying their contents onto the dirt floor. He stood up and held one up to his face, breathing in the stink of piss and leather and sweat. He sighed deeply and handed them to me, having made them his own.

“There’s a creek behind the house where we can clean up. You can stay with me a while, if you like?”

I liked a lot, and smiled my consent. After all, a reward doesn’t have to be cold hard cash. Not all the time.