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Chapter 5
Burt woke up, the midday heat was unbearable.
He sat up and looked across to his trussed up cowboys. He got up placed his hat on his head and walked over to where Lionel was still staked out spread wide in the burning sun. His tough skin was showing some sunburn.
Burt gave his tummy a hard smack, right on the red skin. Lionel let out a painful scream into his gag. “Gonna reconsider stealin sumore cattle aren’t ya.”
Lionel mustered up all his energy as he half-heartedly struggled against his ropes and screamed into his brother’s wretched sock that was lodged cruelly in his mouth.
Burt started forming a rope collar of sorts around Lionel’s neck, the spunky outlaw was mostly wiped out and continued to struggle with small movements. It was almost pathetic.
Burt released Lionel’s legs and tied them together, loops around his ankles, below his knees and above his knees, cinching the rope at each loop.
Next he untied Lionel’s wrists, the bounty got a surge of energy from somewhere as he tried fighting Burt, but the rested cowboy easily overpowered the fatigued outlaw. Lionel’s wrists were bound behind his back.
Burt stepped back examining his handiwork. The strong outlaw was immobilized, his muscled arms pinned behind his back, his lean hairy torso red from the sun and the gag still securing the loud mouth.
Burt sauntered over to Lambert.
The submissive brother seemed to be relaxing in his rope prison. His bare feet were still in prime position for Burt to attack and he did. The tickling resulted in Lamberts body writhing against the tree behind his back.
Burt caught another wisp of foot odor, the muscled stud’s sweaty feet had baked dry in the sun and there was a special hint of testosterone in the whiff that Burt caught.
He couldn’t stop himself…
Burt buried his nose between Lamberts big toe and the second toe, he inhaled deeply feeling the scent of his bound boy burning through his nose.
Burt’s tongue peeked out between his lips. Fuck, I thought this was behind me he reprimanded himself, but soon his tongue was dancing around on Lamberts sole.
Burt made eye contact with Lambert and saw the bounty staring at him wide eyed. Burt’s tongue started darting in and out between Lamberts toes and the shocked expression gave way to the giggling face Burt had grown to admire in the past hours.
Before long Burt was able to compose himself, he untied Lamberts feet from the log and tied them together in the same way Lionel’s legs were tied up. Burt went ahead and also untied and retied Lamberts wrists releasing him away from the tree.
Burt started picking Lambert up but quickly noticed this beefy cowboy was packing some pounds. Burt put his back into it and managed to lift Lambert over his shoulder. Burt carried the trussed Lambert and dropped him into the dirt next to his brother.
“Ok. One last thing to do before we head back to town.” explained Burt as he wrapped some rope around Lamberts neck forming a similar collar to what Lionel was sporting.
Burt unzipped Lamberts faded pants and smiled as a semi erect monster cock almost plopped out. “Dayum, boy. That’s impressive. I hope I have a cage big enough for you.”
He proceeded to pull down Lionel’s underwear revealing another hard dick.
Next Burt removed Lamberts gag, the dirty sock was spat out.
Silence.
As Burt moved over to Lionel, Lambert finally had something to say, “That was amazing.” Burt looked back a befuddled look on his face. Lambert licked his dry lips. “What ya did with yer licker. That was dynamite.”
Burt smiled at Lambert and touched Lionel’s gag, a quick eye contact confirmed he wasn’t going to shut up so the gag stayed in.
“There is no freedom for filthy rat nasty cattle thieves. Here is your final punishment.” Burt pulled out two of Cousin Kirby’s special cages.
He went to work on Lambert first. The silent mountain shifted slightly as Burt dug around in his trouser, he tested the bulbous end against lamberts ass, and was pleasantly surprised to find it slip right in. Maneuvering his semi hard dick to fit into a cage was a different story. Burt was squeezing and pulling, eliciting small moans from the big lamb.
He stood back, enjoying the grimacing face of his gentle giant.
“What do we say boy?” Burt tried his luck, he knew which ones were naturally inclined to submit to him.
“Thank ye Sir.” Hearing Lambert utter those words made Burt’s insides melt. And it had the opposite effect on Lionel. He happened to find some energy and thrashed in his bonds once more.
“Relax outlaw, it’s your turn now.” Burt stepped up and tried getting the ass-hook into Lionel’s hole but the cowboy was pinched tight. Burt had to give a little spit on the ass and tried again. Burt placed his strong hand on the small of Lionel’s back, where his bound wrists were resting.
He softly caressed the right spot to make Lionel inevitably relax. The metal plug was ready when he did and it went in. Burt passed the rod between his legs and got to work on his dick. This one was definitely straight, playing with his ass had made his dick shrink. It fit into its cage way too easily.
Burt untied the brothers’ legs and helped Lionel back into his jeans and boots. He fetched the horses and helped the cattle thieves into the saddles, it was torture to sit in a saddle with a metal plug riding up your ass.
Lionel was screaming into his gag at full volume again and Lambert was taking it silently. Burt couldn’t help but realize he had broken this stallion in.
Burt and Lambert had few words to say to each other on the ride back to town. Lionel had grown silent after a few hours, but was starting to get antsy again as we approached the town.
Burt led the horses straight to the Sheriffs office.
He saw the people whispering, and making way for him, there were those that looked away, and those that couldn’t take their eyes off his prize as he rode them down the street.
“Well, well. Roper, you did it again.” The sheriff took over the reins, as Burt turned his horse around. “This jailhouse is getting full with all yer bounties. Here’s yer bounty Roper.”
“Sure Sheriff. Be careful with the gagged one he likes shoutin.”
As Burt rode away he looked over at Lambert and their eyes met. Burt gave him a little smile and tipped his hat. He really liked this one. Not only for his submissive nature but it was way too long since Burt had tasted feet like that.
Way too long…
Burt had left the days of serving way behind him.
His mind drifted back to Lambert as he rode off into the sunset.