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Leather Blues 87

He pulled the branding iron away and walked slowly
behind Arrow’s back.
Doc moved in for one more boiler-maker hit.
“Pull hard on them reins,” Jex-Blake said. “And you over
there, hang ’im! Lynch ’im! Make ’im swing!”
Everything worked at once.
Arrow, pulled forward by his tits and lynched at the neck,
felt his feet leave the platform. He was hanging by his neck,
hands tied behind his back, boots roped together, thrashing
in total final suffocating agony. Inside he was dying. His
thrashing, twitching body began to slump from his elon-
gating neck. Arrow was headed down a long dark corridor
toward a blinding purple light. Heading toward Wyoming.
He felt his ass contract and shudder under a strange coup
de grace: Jex-Blake, with all the might of both his arms,
swacked a 2x4 with unbearable force across Arrow’s hanging
butt. Behind its stunning slam came the hot branding iron
sizzling through the fresh bruise into his naked right cheek.
He was not dying. He was in searing pain. A wild, burning,
living scream shot not from his mouth but from deep inside
his branded ass, through his ring-stretched balls, and out the
end of his barbed-wire cock.
His seed showered the room. Men fell on their knees
beneath him to receive it. Denny’s face dripped with sweat
mixed with clots of Arrow’s cum. The sweet smell of seared
flesh filled the dark room. As fast as the finale built, the scene
was over. Arrow was dropped down on the platform: hands
releasing his neck, unharnessing his head, slapping his face,
plying the barbed wire off his dick, slipping the greasy rings
off his nuts, salving his branded butt. He lay in Doc’s arms
convulsing in exhausted passion.
Doc motioned Jex-Blake over to the platform. He hun-
kered down next to Arrow. Doc lifted Arrow’s head. Arrow
opened his eyes.
“Thank the man,” Doc said.

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