Page 98 - Leather Blues

86 Jack Fritscher

nipples. The head of his wire-bound cock grew larger. He
felt the dried horse-lather weight of the leather reins attached
to the clamps. He breathed the exhale of Jex-Blake’s hard
smile as the cowboy took both reins in his hand and stepped
down from the platform, pulling the reins taut as he backed
away from the bound man hanging by the neck in agony.
“Ride ’em, cowboy,” was all he said as he handled the reins,
riding Arrow’s tits, hellbent for leather. Arrow swayed back
and forth from the pull, guided left, then right, like a horse
under an expert rider’s reins.
Screaming came now, from deep within Arrow’s cock
and balls, from the pure torture of the reins tearing his tits
raw; but the sound of his screaming was muffled by the big
ball of hot horseshit held in place in his mouth by the har-
ness bit.
Denny noticed that the head of Arrow’s wildly swinging
dick was beginning to drip with pre-cum lube.
“Beautiful,” Chuck whispered. “Man, you’re beholding
ecstasy.”
“Ready?” Jex-Blake spoke to Doc and handed him the
reins. “Give the boy whatever he needs. But keep a tight rein
in on his tits.”
Doc walked up to Arrow and dosed him again, this time
with pure ammonia; he wanted him alert and up.
Jex-Blake moved to the stove and pulled the red-hot
branding iron from the coals. He walked slowly around
the circle of men in the room, cooling the iron down from
cooking-red to branding-black. Then he walked straight up
to Arrow. He inched the hot iron in close enough that Arrow
could smell his moustache singeing. He could feel the horse
bit heating up across his tongue. For the second time, some-
thing like a scream came from deep inside his throat.
Jex-Blake looked Arrow in the eye; Arrow could see
nothing but the branding iron. “Tonight’s your night, cow-
boy,” Jex-Blake said.

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