RopedBud wrote: ↑3 years ago
I honestly thought the story was going to come to an end with the Jamiensons out of the way but I like that there is still more to tell! Definitely looking forward to seeing how they get the Marshall under their control.
Good guess, [mention]RopedBud[/mention]! When I first started writing this, I had meant to end it with the Jamisons gone, but I realized there was still a little bit more for our - well, not heroes, heh heh
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- to do! As for the offer, we'll be sending some representatives to collect you...
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Marshal Stevens was a man of unshakable principles. And unrivaled caution. Eager to keep his reputation spotless, he had kept himself to himself and ensured that he was left alone. He rarely visited the saloon, was never seen drinking, and hardly even spoke to the unmarried female population of Clove Hitch. Normally, Jake would have taken these as signs that, like himself, Stevens was not vulnerable to the charms of women, but due to his constant watch over the man, he discovered a secret dalliance quite to the contrary. With the Mayor's daughter.
But outing the affair would do nothing but send Stevens packing in shame, and delay retirement by however long it took the new Sheriff to arrive and slip up. But at least Jake knew what would fail. And he knew of the one other weak spot Stevens had.
Philippe, his deputy, was not well-liked, and didn't have the reputation of Stevens to offset his standoffishness. Stevens was smart in that he timed his liaisons with the Mayor's daughter to coincide with Philippe's day off, when he would drink at the saloon until he complained too loudly about the whiskey's quality and got summarily thrown out.
Jake was even happier about keeping Rhett at this point, because this was a three-man job. One to ensure Phillippe didn't return too quickly to the Sheriff's station and that the Mayor's daughter didn't keep her appointment, and two to overpower the Marshal.
Lee was chosen for the former job. Rhett and Jake would take the latter and complete their errand.
Thus, the following Friday, they moved into action. Rhett and Jake wore the dark leathers Lee and Jake had donned when infiltrating the cattle-rustling gang, as well as the bandanas over their lower faces. They moved swiftly and silently, waiting for the streets of Clove Hitch to clear before entering the fray.
Lee smirked as he sped up just in time to "catch" Louise, the Mayor's daughter. "Ah, Miss Louise, where're you off to this fine evening?"
She hesitated. "Uh... just a quick walk before bed."
"A walk?" Lee frowned, playing the gentleman. "I'd be remiss to let a young unmarried lady like yourself wander around unchaperoned. Allow me to see you back home, Miss Louise."
Louise stammered out a "Thank you, Mr. Jamison" and accepted his proffered arm. She glanced back desperately at the Sherriff's station, but helpless, walked away.
Rhett and Jake quickly entered the station, where Marshall Stevens sat in his personal quarters, applying aftershave to his freshly-shaven cheeks, straightening his attire and puffing out his chest. He undid a few buttons, allowing his lean chest, a smattering of warm blond fuzz across it, to show. He was too busy attempting a series of seductive expressions on his reflection to notice his impending doom.
Rhett tackled him first, across the legs. Stevens was unbalanced and toppled with a yelp, allowing Jake to dart behind him and seize him under the arms, hauling him onto his bed. As soon as Stevens attempt to shout, Jake stuffed a bandana in his mouth and leaped up to straddle him, facing his head. Rhett sat on him as well, facing his feet.
In a flash, they had him secured spread-eagle to the bed with rope, howling angrily through the bandana. While Rhett focused on divesting the Marshal of his clothes, Jake took great glee in packing two more bandanas into Stevens' maw, sealing them in with a long strip of white fabric wound tightly twice around his head.
"MMMMMMM!" Stevens screeched as loud as he could, which was not loud at all. He thrashed to no avail as Rhett pulled down his trousers. He wasn't wearing a lick of clothing underneath.
Jake whistled. "Well, someone's eager for their time with Miss Louise, eh?"
Stevens froze, glaring at the masked bandit.
"Yes, we know. And we have plenty of witnesses. So unless you want to be run out of town, you'll pipe down."
Stevens piped down.
"Good boy."
Rhett retrieved a small device from their bag of supplies.
"Well, I may have underestimated your size, but I'm sure it'll work even better if it's a little tight." Jake said with barely concealed glee. For the small device was a steel chastity cage. It had taken about a month to get a message to the Company and receive the package, but it was perfect. They had tested it out on Rhett and he had tearfully complained that the thing wouldn't allow him to get hard at all. He reveled in Stevens' shocked yelp as his package was handled and the cage locked around his dick, already just snug enough that he'd never forget he was wearing it.
"Well... we'd better make sure it works, right?" Jake laughed. Rhett nodded, and Jake allowed him to run his hands into the Marshal's shirt, playing with his nipples and making him yelp as his dick strained against the cage.
Lee had spent the time after walking the Mayor's daughter home in seeing to it that Philippe remembered nothing of his evening. After binding his hands and ankles, and carrying him to the homestead, Lee plied him with whiskey and bottles of moonshine liquor, and spent the rest of the time with a gagged and very drunk Philippe, laughing at his attempts to gain sexual gratification as he smelled the inside of Lee's worn boots.
And once he had assumed enough time passed, he allowed the deputy to hump his way to climax against his leg, and then released him to walk drunkenly to the Sheriff's office. Where Rhett and Jake had entertained themselves by slapping at Stevens' balls and enjoying his begging for release of all kinds through his gag.
By a stroke of luck, Rhett and Jake finished with their fun and loosened the Marshall's bonds enough for him to wriggle free himself, as soon as they made a hasty escape. And the moment Stevens was able to cover up the shame of his caged manhood with his trousers, Philippe stumbled in, giving a slurred greeting.
He roared at his deputy to leave him be, in his eagerness to not let him see his sorry state. And that was when he noticed the note on the dresser.
"Enjoy your night, Marshall. Be at the abandoned farmhouse three miles out of town tomorrow morning, or everyone will know."