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The Cattle Rustler (Dusty and Tex, part 2)
Dusty and Tex usually stayed west of the Rockies, but this contract paid
well and it was worth the money to make an exception. They had built a
reputation as assassins west of the Rockies as the Best of the Best. They had
done jobs for both federal and state governments. The State had hired them to
take out a couple of undesirable cops and the Uncle Sam hired them to
eliminate a couple of misfit marines. Dusty and Tex had left Tucson early that morning on their way to Big
Springs Texas. Their Harleys were humming along as usual, doing a steady 80
mph. It was early August and the weather was hot. Dusty and Tex were, as
usual, dressed in their tall biker boots, chaps, jeans and leather jackets.
Tex was from west Texas but didn't plan on visiting anyone on this trip. The
client hired them to knock off a cattle rustler named Dexter Hansen. Dex had
gotten greedy and was taking more than his share. He also entertained the
idea of going independent. Unknown to Dex, the guy who approached him to go
off on his own was a friend of his boss. Dex hung him and left the body
hanging in the tree. The pair had stopped by a stock tank on the outskirts of Big Springs
to cool off and get a drink of water. Tex had dunked his head in the tank so
far it wet his leather jacket down to the middle of his chest. His long blond
hair carried a lot of water with it and it was running down cleaning the dust
off the jacket in streaks as it went. Tex and Dusty had removed the lining
from their jackets because they liked the feel of the leather on their skin
and they wore no shirt. As they sat there smoking a cigarette, they heard the
roar of another cycle. Around the bend came a cop on a motorcycle. He pulled
off the road and stopped near Dusty and Tex.
"You boys from around here?" he asked as he turned off his
engine.
"No" Said Tex. "I thought so. Don't
remember seeing you around." Said the Cop.
"May I see your drives license please?" continued the Cop. Dusty and Tex carefully retrieved their licenses from their wallets
for the cop and handed them to him. The Cop studied the licenses. "From Tucson Hey?" Said the cop. In an instant he had his gun out and levelled it at Dusty and Tex. "Get your hands up" aid the Cop " I 'v been waiting for
you two. You got quite a reputation". Dusty and Tex raised their hands in the air like a old western when
the sheriff got the drop on the outlaws. "Move closer together so I can cover you easier" ordered the
cop. Dusty and Tex moved next to each other till the sleeves of their
leather jackets brushed each other. "On your knees" was the next order. Dusty and Tex responded dropping to their knees. They splashed each
other with mud that was in abundance around the thank. "On you bellies" ordered the cop. Dusty and Tex followed the order. Tex could feel the mud and water
seeping through the partially zipped jacket on to his bear chest. "Hands behind you" was the next order. The cop walked over and knelt down with his knee in the middle of
Tex's back. He cuffed Tex. Then stepping in the middle of Tex's back with his
muddy boots he went over and did the same to Dusty. He then stood in front of
Dusty placing a boot on each side of Dusty's head. Dusty could smell the boot
leather and polish. He frisked Dusty. He went through Dusty's jacket pockets
as Dusty did not have his jacket zipped. He found Dusty's weapon in the
leather pocket inside the lining of his leather jacket. He never said a word
as he took the gun. He went over to Tex. Since Tex's leather jacket was
zipped he made Tex roll over on his back. He stood with Tex's head between
his boots then knelt down putting his knees on Tex's shoulders. He found
Tex's gun in the same type pocket that Dusty had. He took that gun too. He reached inside of his leather jacket and extracted a envelope. "Follow these instructions" he said as he put the envelope
in the leather pocket that used to hide Tex's gun. He stood up and went to
his cycle. "Don't get off your knees till I'm on the highway. I'll be
watching your back. Till you get your work done I'll steer anyone away who
might ask questions. Hope you got some cuff keys" he added and got on
his cycle and left with mud all over his boots. After the cop made it to the highway, Dusty and Tex got up. Dusty got
the cuff key out of the snap pocket on Tex's leather jacket. He then uncuffed
Tex. Then Tex uncuffed Dusty. Dusty took the envelope and put it under the
strap on the saddle of his bike. He returned to Tex who was sitting on the
edge of the tank. Tex took his bandanna from around his neck, wet it and
started to wipe the mud from his chaps. Dusty was wiping his face at the same
time Tex was cleaning his chaps. Their eyes met and Tex knew what was coming.
Dusty moved to Tex and started to kiss him. Tex met the advance and put his
arms around Dusty. Dusty pushed back on Tex and they both slipped into the
tank, boots, chaps, jackets and all. Dusty felt the water rush into the
sleeves of his jacket, around the collar of his jacket and down his back and
into his boots as he probed the inside of Tex's mouth with his tongue. They floated across the tank for a while sucking on each others
tongue. Dusty nuzzled the underarm part of Tex’s leather jacket and absorbed
deeply the smell of wet leather. Dusty pinned Tex to the wall of the tank and
reached under water and unbuttoned his fly and unbuckled the chaps strap that
always guarded Tex's crotch like a chastity belt. Tex spread his arms and
hooked them on the sides of the tank. Dusty pulled out Tex's dick and started
to stroke it. He took a deep breath and went under the water to suck on Tex's
dick. Tex watched with his arms spread wide still hanging on the sides of the
tank as Dusty's boots splashed in the water. He allowed their bodies to float
to the top so Dusty could take a breath, then back under. Dusty could take a
deep breath even with his mouth full of Tex. They got out of the tank when
Dusty had enough. Tex opened the envelope and took out a set of car keys and a pad lock,
key plus directions to a mini storage unit. "We're going to have to spend a lot of time oiling our leathers
again like the time we took JD in the hot tub" said Tex, as he handed
Dusty the instruction to read. "Yea" said Dusty " I took care of them last time,
didn't I?" "Yes but I suffered for days with blisters on my dick and raw ass
hole" said Tex. "Every time you work on our leathers you get horny
as hell and we have a fuck marathon" "Oh my! Such suffering" said Dusty with a smile. When they reached the storage unit there was a mid-size GM pickup in
the unit. They drove it out and put their bikes in side. The ride over had
dried their clothes. They took the truck and started the search for RANDY'S ROADHOUSE The instructions said that is were Dex liked to hang out. They stopped
just down the road at a dinner to get some supper. After supper they continued
to Randy's Road House and only had to wait about a hour for Dex to show up.
On his arm was a sweet thing. They danced and drank till almost closing time.
That is when the trouble started. He had words with a cowboy that seem to be
his match. The discussion got louder and louder. Just about the time they
were about to go to fists the bouncer told them to take their fight outside.
Dex didn't even bother to take his leather jacket off. He started right in on
the guy. It was a good fight as both cowboys seemed to be getting in an even
number of punches. The fight went on for about a half hour, both were
bleeding badly. The guy got in a good punch that sent Dex down. As he went
down he hit his head on the bumper of a pickup. The guy grabbed a fist full of
Dex's leather jacket and dragged him to his feet. The guy then beat on Dex's
some more. He let go of Dex's jacket and Dex went down for the last time. Dex
lay on the ground looking up at his opponent. "You win" Dex said through a fat bloodied lip. The guy
looked at his boots. Dex looked as his own boots too. He knew what the guy wanted. "Take'm " said Dex. The guy grabbed Dex's booted foot and
pulled off the boots. Dusty and Tex followed Dex and sweet thing as they left and went to a motel.
They stopped at his blazer to get another pair of boots. Dusty and Tex looked
at each other. "He was ready for this", said Tex. Dusty and Tex parked across the street waiting for something to
happen. About 4 a.m. it happened sweet thing came out for a coke from the
machine. Tex got out of the truck and worked his way through the shadows to
end up just behind sweet thing. " I am not here to hurt you, do not be alarmed!" whispered
Tex and Sweet thing jumped a little. "Take this and do not return to the room!" Said Tex as he
tossed a envelope at the feet of Sweet thing. She bent down and picked up the
envelope and looked inside. Her eyes got big as saucers when she saw the five
one hundred dollar bills. She left without a word. Dusty and Tex let themselves into the room and quietly sat in the
chairs waiting for Dex to wake up. He was a typical blond cowboy. He had a
build from bucking hay bales into hay lofts. He was laying on his right side
with his legs drawn up and his hands between his thighs. He had a mustache
that was long and grew around his mouth and drooped about three inches past
his jaw. There was a new a pair of boots on the floor to replace the ones the
guy took earlier. They were black and had a stove pipe shaft with fancy
stitching. The soles were not scratched. Dex woke up and sat up with a start as he saw the two guys in the
chairs at the foot of the bed. His shock turned to acceptance. He realized
this was the end of the trail for him and there was no use trying to make a
break for it. "You guys are here to take me out, aren't you?" asked Dex. "Yup!" replied Dusty, pulling out the 357 and started
attaching the silencer on it. "You’re just going to shoot me here?" asked Dex. "Yup, but depending on how you want it, you won’t feel a thing."
said Tex " But first we were suppose to tell you why we are here, but it
looks like you’ve figured it out.” “You can put your boots on, if you want to
die with your boots on, and stand up, if you want to take this standing or on
your knees, execution style.” injected Dusty. "Dying with your boot on only counts when its under the horn of
some steer, or having your head caved in by some bronco, at the end of a
rope. Getting your ass shot full of holes sprawled out on some bed in a cheap
hotel is not dying like a man with your boots on.” said Dex. There was a pause as they sized each other up. "Got a deal for ya, there's a thousand dollars in my blazer"
started Dex. "Your boss paid us a lot more to take you out, you cant buy us
off!" interrupted Tex. " NO, that is not what I was getting at" said Dex in a
irritated voice “I know I got this coming. I played the game and now it’s
time to pay the piper." he added. After a pause he continued "The thousand is yours if you take me
out to the ranch and do it. I want to be out at the ranch, not naked in some
morgue where they cut me up in pieces." "This isn't a snow job to buy more time, is it?" said Tex. "No, you have my word." Dex said. Dusty and Tex looked at each other for a minute as each considered the
request. "Its not right for a Texan to be shot in bed. Hell, you can stand
me up against the barn and have target practice, do it slow, no one will hear
us." added Dex. "Come on, guys, just not here" he said, sort of pleading. Dusty shrugged his shoulders and Tex turned to Dex. "Ok, we'll do it." said Tex. Tex kept Dex covered while he dressed. He slipped into his new jeans
and pulled on his tall fancy cowboy boots. He buttoned his shirt, he handed the
biker jacket to Tex. The jacket was new and scuffed a little from last nights
fight. One of the seems where the sleeve joins the body was ripped. Tex
looked at him questionably. "You wrap that gun in it, don't want any one to see it" he
said. Watching a man dress, pulling on his boots, aroused Dusty. Dusty
rubbed his crotch feeling his hard dick against the leather of his pants. "I just bought these boots and jacket yesterday morning. Didn't
get much use out of them!" said Dex. He paused looking at his to
executioners the said " OK, lets go!" Tex and Dex piled into Dex's blazer and Dusty followed in the pickup. They drove for about a hour on a dirt road south of town. Then for
about a half hour up a single lane road over a hill to a depression in the earth.
The depression was about 40 acres total. It had a corral and new barn. There
were two horses and some cattle. There was a mobile home that looked to be
about three bed rooms. Dex stopped the blazer in front of the house. He and Tex got out
carefully with Tex still holding the gun on Dex. Dusty was right behind them.
They entered the house. "I need to talk to you before you do it” "You’re not trying to stall, are you?" asked Tex "No, but I would like for you guys to hear me out" said Dex.
"OK, shoot" said Tex. "How about some beers?" asked Dex. Dusty and Tex nodded to the beers and Dex went to the fridge and got
three. "OK. What's this about?" asked Tex. Tex sat on the couch and Dusty sat on a chair from the kitchen, he
straddled with the back of the chair against his chest. He rested his arms on
the top of the back or the chair. Dex sat in a old recliner. "I am not stalling, I just want to try and change you method. I
have been a outlaw." started Dex “Steeling and dealing and thieving all
my life. I think I deserve to go out as an outlaw." Tex looked at Dusty. Dusty said "What do you mean?" "I want you to do me like an outlaw should be done" said Dex
calmly. "And how's that?" asked Dusty. "Hang me"replied Dex. Dusty and Tex looked at each other with a surprised look on their
face. "We ain’t never done that " said Dusty turning towards Dex,
knowing he was lying through his teeth. "Things could go wrong, you could choke if your neck don't
break" added Tex, like they had no idea what he was talking about. Dusty was already getting a hard on thinking about it. "Well, that's the chance you take when you're a cow thief."
said Dex "In fact an outlaw shouldn't go easy. He should suffer on the
way out. They use to hang them, they nail a sign to his chest, then leave him
to rot on the rope for others to see. Don't you guys want to go with your leather and boots on?" There was a moment of silence, as Tex and Dusty pretended to think it
over. Dex knew he hit a cord with that last statement. "I'll give you instructions and help as much as I can." said
Dex "Just leave my boots on. There is a rifle in the barn to finish me,
if you want" Dex added. "OK” said Tex "How do we go about this?" ”I'll dig my grave in the middle of the corral." Dex started to
explain the ritual. "Then we dump about a foot of cow shit in it. The
acid from the shit will speed up my decomposition along with some quick lime
that I have here to get rid of steers that were questionable and died here. I
want to wear what I wore when I rustled cattle, my work boots, chaps, jeans
and leather rancher coat, and my gun rig. The gun can be empty though. One
other thing. After I am dead you cut the rope, let me fall, then drag me to
the grave. Dump me in face down with the rope still around my neck and my
hands tied behind my back." "If that is what you want, we'll try to do it." said Dusty. They sat in silence as they finished their beers. Then Dex got up. "Lets get me planted." He led them outside. "I'll dig my own grave, but let’s use modern equipment" he
said as he led them to the backhoe. He climbed aboard, started the hoe and
dug a hole about 6 feet deep, maybe more, in the middle of the corral. He
reached the watertable and the bottom of the hole was muddy. When he stopped digging,
about a foot of water seeped into the hole. "Good, the water will help re-activate the cow shit"
commented Dex. Dex then took the loader and got a full scoop of shit from the holding
pens and dumped it in the hole. He then got a hundred pound sack of lime and
placed it near the hole. "Dump that on me before you backfill. Then after you backfill,
drag the disk over the grave. They won’t find it for months and I will be
gone by then, if they even come to look for me" he said. Dusty was infatuated by the calmness this guy faced his demise. He tucked his jeans in his new boots and jumped in the hole. With a
shovel he mixed the shit and water to a muck, then climbed out. Slipping out of his new biker jacket, he asked if anyone wanted it. "It won’t fit either of us" said Tex. Dex moved easily to the fence and got up on the first rail. There was
a large Brahma bull in the pen. Dex took the new biker jacket and tossed it
in the pen. The bull charged the jacket and hooked it on his horn and tossed
it. The bull proceeded to rip the jacket to shreds. "He never liked me" said Dex. “By all rights you should dump
me in there and let him do it.” Said Dex. The bull stopped the assault on the
jacket and looked at the spectators. Dex jumped down and headed back for the
house. He stopped and looked at his final resting place for a minute or two. He looked at the pen, then back at the grave "Maybe you should
feed my body to the bull after I m dead. I was mean to him and he deserves a
crack at me.” Then he headed to the house. He shed the clothes he had on, including
the jockey shorts. He picked up a pair of jeans that the had worn before. They were
dirty, filled with dust, mud and shit from around the ranch. He picked out a
pair of boots they were plain, black and tall no V cut in the tops. They were
in good shape and had just been resoled. They had some cow shit and mud on
them. The shaft of the boot was buffed to a high shine. He removed his socks,
wrapped his jeans pantleg around his leg and pulled on his boot. He did the
same to the other leg. This is how he tucked his pants in his boots. He
strapped a large rowel set of working spurs to his boots. The chrome was
bright and shiny and they attracted your attention to his boots. He took a
denim shirt from the peg. The material under the arms was stained with sweat,
the shirt had been worn before. The next thing was his chaps. He put on a
pair that looked like they had seen a lot of work. They were scuffed some
places and buffed to a greasy shine in others. He took his black holster and
gun from the hook. He held the holster by the bottom handing the grip of the
gun to Tex. Tex removed the gun from the holster and checked the load. All the
chambers in the cylinder had bullets "Doesn't seem right to go through
all this and have a empty gun strapped to you hip.” He handed the loaded
weapon back to Dex. He strapped the holster on and tied the bottom of the hostler with the
leather thong around his leg over the chaps. He put the gun Tex handed him
back in the well oiled holster. The last thing was his leather ranch coat. It
looked like jean coat, but made of tan colored leather and had a sheep skin
lining. There were what looked like grease or oil stains in the leather,
especially on the chest part. It looked like Dex had a habit of wiping his
hands on the front of the jacket. It came down past his belt line to stop
just over the butt of his gun. It had snaps instead of a zipper down the
front Putting on a hat he slipped the storm string under his chin. "This jacket and chaps were made from the first steers I ever
stole" said Dex, stroking the leather with his hand. " Take
anything you want, there are some good boots here I wont need them any
more." said Dex. Dusty and Tex looked around the room and noted the things they would
be back for, after it was over. As they walked to the barn Dusty was contemplating scene that was
unfolding. Dusty was greatly impressed with the guy who took responsibility
for his actions and stood tall and calmly directed a ritual that within the
hour would end his life. And it may not be a quick and clean ending. Dusty and Dex headed for the barn. Tex went into the house and got
three more beers from the fridge. When they got in the barn Dex took a rope from a peg and threw it over
a rafter, tied it to a post, then saddled his horse and led him under the
rope. "There is a pigging string in the saddle bag, you'll need that to
tie my hands if this goes wrong I can’t grab the rope"said Dex Dusty got the short piece of rope from the saddlebags. Dex turned his
back to Tex and crossed his wrists waiting for Tex to tie his hands. "We have to do something first." stated Tex "We want to
fuck you." "What do you mean"? said Dex with a little fear in his
voice. "We are to ram our dicks up your ass." said Dusty. "We haven't killed a guy yet that we didn’t fuck." Dex was starting to panic, but it was too late, these guys had him and
they were going to do it. "I never had that done to me before.” asked Dex, his voice
starting to crack. “Will it hurt?" "It might be uncomfortable if it is your first time" said
Tex "It would help if you had some thing to bite on, like a bullet,
sometimes that helps." "In the other saddlebag are a pair of leather work gloves"
said Dex. Dex unbuckled the flap of the saddle bag and retrieved the work
gloves and put one glove in his mouth. Tex put his hand on Dex's shoulder and
firmly guided him to the saddle rack in one of the stall. Dex surmised what
was expected of him and bent over the saddle. Dusty tied his hands to the
legs of the saddle rack like one would tie a dead body to a horse. Tex pulled out a knife from his boot and cut the seem of Dex's jeans,
exposing the crack of his ass. Dusty found some axle grease and stuffed some up Dex's hole. Dex flinched when he felt the leather glove on his butt and the finger
that pushed the grease in his hole. He tried to stand up, but restraints on
his wrists prevented him from doing so. He relaxed his weight back on the
saddle. Tex was first. He unbuttoned his pants. He dipped his leather glove in
the axle grease again and stroked his dick to get it hard spreading the
grease in the process. When he was ready he jammed it into Dex with no warning. Dex let out a
muffled scream as he bit down hard on the glove and arched his back pulling
at the restraints on his wrists. He had a hard time with every thrust from
Tex. He pulled at the leather that held his hands to the legs of the saddle
rack with every thrust. Tex continued to ram his dick in and out of Dex's
tight hole. This went on for about 15 minutes with Dex's screams muffled by
the leather glove in his mouth. Finally Tex reached climax shooting his hot
load inside Dex's butt. Then it was Dusty's turn. He added grease to the hole
and slipped his dick into the cum filled cavity. Dusty leaned over Dex and
rubbed his cheek on the leather back of Dex's jacket. He held his shoulders
as he rammed his dick in and out of Dex's hole. Again Dex pulled at his
restraints. It was like a dream come true. Fucking this handsome Texan tied
to a saddle. This was too much for Dusty. He came too soon. He laid over
forward on Dex's back and felt the leather of Dex's leather jacket on his
bare chest, slowly moving his hips with his dick still up Dex's ass, milking
every bit of ecstasy out of this climax. They let Dex up and removed the leather glove from his mouth. There
were tears in his eyes. Dusty noticed the boner through Dex's Jeans. The tightness of the Chap
strap across the top made it more pronounced. Dusty stroked Dex's crotch "Hey, our little fuck job turned you
on.” "Sometimes the one being executed get a hard on" said Tex. “It only happens at the time of the drop, while the guy is dying. Then
he shits and pisses" corrected Dex "I hung four guys who tried to
doublecross me" "Let me take care of that for you." said Dusty. "You’re not going to blow me, are you?" said Dex. “Blow is a figure of speech" said Dusty unbuttoning the fly and
digging out the hard dick. "Besides, if you want good head ask one who owns one. Women don't
have dicks, they don't know how to suck'm" said Dusty as he pushed Dex
backwards into Tex's arms and Tex caught him. Tex slipped his arms under Dex
as they both leaned backed against a wall of the barn. Dusty went down on his knees. Taking Dex's manhood in his mouth, he
could feel the smooth leather of the chaps against his face, he loved that.
He could smell animal sweat and the sweet clover of past bailing seasons in
the leather He continued to tease the head of the dick with his lips. Tex had unsnapped Dex's shirt and was playing with his pecs. He had
replaced the glove in Dex's mouth and Dex was moaning with ecstasy. “God, you’re such a handsome man which makes it very hard to do what
we have to do. I could fuck you for ever" Tex whispered in Dex's ear as
he nibbled on it. Dex didn't resist, even though his hands were free. He just nestled in
Tex's arms and let himself go. Dusty sucked on the whole shaft and Tex twisted and pinched the nipples
of the well defined pecs. Dex's hands found Tex's crotch and stoked the boner
there. The three some continued for about a half hour. Then Dex arched his back shoving his dick deeper into Dusty's throat
and let out a muffled scream and shot his wad into Dusty mouth. Dusty
continued to work the sensitive head as Dex thrashed around in Tex's arms.
His knees went weak and Tex held him up. Dusty removed his mouth from the
dick and spat a load of spit and cum onto Dex's chaps. The wad started its
slide towards the floor. They removed the glove from Dex's mouth. He put his dick back into his
pants and buttoned the fly "Are you ready for the next step?" asked Tex. "Yup" said Dex. "This is your idea, you don't have to go through with it."
stated Tex. Dex put his hands in front of him. They looped a rope on each writs
and stretched Dex's arms to two upright posts between the stalls. Dusty went to the forge and got the hot iron bar as Tex stuck the
glove in Dex mouth for the third time. Dusty touched the hot iron to Dex's well formed pec. Dex bit down on
the leather glove in his mouth and let out a muffed scream. He pulled on the
bonds trying to pull the pillars down. They branded the word RUSTLER on the
firm pecks of Dex. He didn't pass out till the sign was mostly done. He puked
from the smell of his own burnt flesh They let him hang on the ropes for a
while. Dusty and Tex stood in front of Dex and admired their work. Dusty and Tex cut him down and let him lay on the floor till he came
too. After about a hour he came too and sat up on the floor. Dex had
another big hard on. Tex handed him a beer. Dex took the beer and took a long
drag on it. He held the can in his hand and studied the label. "My last beer. It sure tastes good". "You really get into this torture stuff. Look, you got another
big hard on." said Tex "Yea” said Dex softly " I'd get raging hard on when I fist
fight in bars. Some times I start them knowing I can’t take the guy and let
the him beat the shit out of me. I loved pain. Then I d go find a woman and
fuck the daylights out of her. I love to fight bare fists. "I’d wake up in ally all beat to shit, sometimes they take my
boots or hat or vest. It's a unwritten code that if you beat a guy bare
fisted you get any of his belongings. Sometimes I would win and strip the guy
of his boots and vest whatever. I loved wearing what I took. I liked wearing
other guys clothes their boots especially if I took them in a fist fight. But
I never knew why.” He drank the rest of his beer in silence. "Its time" said Dusty softly, after about a half hour. "Do you want to piss, so you don't mess your jeans?" asked
Tex. "Doesn't matter, there usually is some left any way, I will
probably shit in my pants anyway" said Dexter. Dex stood up and put his hands behind his back crossing his wrists. "Tie them tight, don't let me get loose." He instructed. Tex pulled real hard on the rawhide lace pinching some of the flesh in
the knot. Dex flinched from the pain. They helped him up on his horse. Dex
adjusted himself in the saddle. Tex climbed up on a barrel and took off Dex's
hat and let it hang on his back by the storm string. He put the noose over
Dex's head and adjusted it around his neck. "For a straight guy, you sure got into the blow job, said Tex as
he climbed down from the barrel. "Any last words?" asked Tex Dex looked at the two guys. He could not comprehend that these two in
boots, chaps and leather jackets could be lovers. They didn't look like
faggots. "I want to thank you guys for letting me go like this." Looking at Dusty "I ain't never had a blow job like that from a
woman in all my life. You almost took me to my knees. I think I missed
something. Here I am about to be hanged with all my own gear and I find out I
may be bisexual.” You'll leave my boots and things on me wont you?” He said after a
pause. The fall didn't break his neck. His legs drew up in the fetal
position. He choked and his mouth opened as if that would let more air in his
lungs. His hands tugged violently at the leather thong that held them behind
him. His boots clapped together and his spurs jangled. Dexter's body was
racked with convulsions. His face was turning black and his tongue was
starting to swell. His eyes opened wide with shock and horror. Dusty and Tex
stood by and watched as he continued to struggle and strangle. A white foam
began to trickle out of the corner of hi his mouth. He continued desperately
to get his hand free, it was a naturel instinct to try and get at the rope
around his neck. He stopped trying to get his hands free. His face was black
and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Dex's body
relaxed and twisted round on the rope. The roped creaked from the weight. His
left boot twitched, which caused his spur to jingle like little wind chimes.
The spit and cum made it to the instep of his boot. Two more convolutions
jingled his spurs. Dusty took his leather gloved hand and rubbed it into the boot.. A dark damp stain started to show on Deters crotch. They could smell
the piss and fecal matter. The crotch stain turned to saturations as the full bladder emptied. It
saturated the inside of his jeans. It ran down between his chaps and jeans to
his boot tops were it seeped through the fabric and ran down the side of his
boot. and dripped on the dirt floor to form a substantial puddle. "We should have made him piss first." Said Dusty. "No this is what he wanted" Said Tex "Part of the
mystique of dying like a man is the pissing and shitting in your jeans it
goes along with having your boots on." Dusty held the rifle. He studied
the scene. He remembered the first time they hung a guy in the desert. His
blood was running hot. He circled the body looking at the hands. Blood was
oozing out of a wound on the wrists where they tried to break free to get at
the rope that choked him. He looked at the leather coat and the chafe marks
at the seems of the leather. He looked at the chaps scuffed but shinny from
use. The boots were polished and had just been resoled, the new soles had the
first scratches on them, the toes pointed slightly towards the ground. He had
made a complete circle of the body. He looked at Dexter's face, his eyes were
still wide open. "He really had this planned, didn't?" said Tex. "He knew we'd be coming for him sometime and he knew how he
wanted to go." added Dusty. "He sure picked a macho way to go. He spurred his horse before we
could do it What balls. I doubt I could do that." said Dusty “Gives me a
hard on just thinking about it." Dusty walked up to the body, undid his fly and jacked off on the boots
while he rubbed the side of his face on the chaps. "Well let's get him down and buried" Said Dusty. Tex cut the rope and the body dropped to the floor, the knees bent Dex
sat on his heels and the spurs jammed into his butt. He fell on his left
shoulder he landed in a pool of his own piss. They both grabbed the rope and
dragged the body through the shit filled barnyard to where they had dug the
grave. Tex knelt down and opened the fly. There was cum in the pubic hair. "Hmm, it’s true they cum when they are hanged." thought Tex
as he closed the fly. Tex closed Dex's eyes. Dusty hooked the toe of his boot
under the side of the body just above the belt line. He flipped the body over
into the grave. He landed face down as they had been instructed. The rope was
still around his neck and his hands were still tied. Dusty spread the lime
over the body. Tex dumped the rest of the shit in the grave and covered it
with the dirt. They dragged the disk over the grave to cover it. They headed for the house. They tried on most of Dex's clothes his
boots and chaps that he had around. Tex found Dusty highly aroused when he was
wearing Dex's cloths, so with each wearing a pair of Dex's boot Jeans and
chaps, they made their way to Dex's bed. They fucked in his bed and drank
beer from his boots. Tex took a pair of boots tall and black. Dusty took two
pairs of saddlebags and two pairs of chaps. They made two dummies of Dex's
clothes by stuffing Jeans and shirts with other jeans and shirt. They put boots on the dummies and put them in the 69 position on the
bed. They set it on fire. They watched as the heat melted the wax in the polish
in the boots The smell of burning leather started to fill the air and they
were forced out by the heat. They took the pickup back and got their bikes. On the way back to Tucson the passed under overpass and the Cop was sitting on his bike stroking his black boots. Dusty saluted him as they passed under. The trip back to Tucson was uneventful. |
