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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 other’s
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 they 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. |
