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crisscrossing Arrow’s pecs with pinpoint bloodlines. There
were no screams. What surprised Denny were Arrow’s pain-
fully furrowed brows squinched over his eyes that looked to
cry more from ultimate gratitude than pain.
Jex-Blake, without taking his eyes from Arrow’s face,
said to Chuck: “Hand me the bridle.”
Denny had never seen such a head harness. Once made
for horses, it was reworked to mansize. In Jex-Blake’s hands,
the straps and buckles locked fast around, above, and below
Arrow’s head. The super-tight harness cinched his face and
skull, squeezing, distorting his features from man into ani-
mal. His head was completely harnessed except for the metal
bit that hung down with one last strap alongside his mouth.
“Hand it to me,” Jex-Blake said. Chuck covertly palmed
a strange, large nugget into Jex-Blake’s glove. He gave Arrow
a long hit of popper, and stepped back to the sidelines. This
time Chuck stood next to Denny who pushed the tireless
cocksucker off his dick. He put his arm around Chuck’s
shoulder. Chuck put his hand on Denny’s cock.
“Open wide,” Jex-Blake said.
Arrow stared disbelieving at him through the tight straps
of the harness. He would not, could not, open his mouth.
“Inch the rope up a couple more notches,” Jex-Blake
said. Unseen hands followed his orders. The noose tightened
around Arrow’s neck. “I’m hungry for a hanging,” Jex-Blake
said. He put one gloved hand to Arrow’s mouth to pry it
open; with the other he slipped the huge golden nugget of
horseshit well back on Arrow’s tongue. Arrow tried to spit,
but could not.
For the first time, Jex-Blake smiled with some satisfac-
tion. “You hold it, boy. You understand?”
Arrow’s nostrils flared. He understood.
“And to make sure,” Jex-Blake said, “I’m gonna strap this
bridle bit tight as I can back between your teeth.” Deliberate
as his drawl, he forced the bit in place, distorting the lines

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