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Showdown in the Old West

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10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I looked down, taking in the sight of the lone outlaw, sitting in the town jail’s one and only holding cell. The jail, where I did my damndest to keep some kind of law and order in this run down, middle of nowhere ranching town, was just as ramshackle as the rest of the place.

Light seeped through cracks in the walls, and the goddamn dust was everywhere, got into everything. I folded my thick muscled arms, trying to think. Should I trust this fella’s tall tale, or not?

He claimed he was from Gregory’s band. They were a notorious bunch, a collection of bandits, horse thieves, cattle rustlers, murderers and plain all around trash that have been terrorizing this part of Wyoming for the last couple of years. And now, this piece of shit here is claiming he’s had enough of the criminal life, and wants a chance to redeem himself. So he’s told all.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: He claims Gregory’s band is gonna hit the town tonight, burn it to the ground, steal everything, and kill anyone who gets in their way. That part I can believe. It’s what these worthless scumbags do. Hell, we already knew that, and I’d deputized a bunch of town folk and set them to guard Henderson’s pass, the only way for horses to easily get to the town from the east.

But what I’m not sure he’s being honest about is the next part. He claims that they are gonna send their main posse through Henderson’s pass to start a fight with the guards, raise a ruckus, bring everyone else from the town running, while Gregory and his right-hand man, Bart, come at the town from behind, using one of them ‘ol goat trails. They’ll set to burning the town and making off with gold from the bank while everyone is fighting the rest of his posse.

See, it makes sense. That’s the kinda thing Gregory would do. Or is this some ploy of Gregory’s to set an ambush for me and my deputy? I look at the outlaw closely. He smells of fear and exhaustion. I trust my gut. Nodding once. I was gonna trust him. And that meant we need to move.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I turn to my Deputy, a hard-muscled young buck, fast on the draw and brutal with his fists. “C’mon partner, let’s go spring their trap.” I walk out the door, into the hot, sweltering sun. The dusty, dirt street that runs the length of the town is fronted by a bunch of ramshackle wooden buildings, the Smithy, the Saloon, the Bank, the Cow Exchange, a few other wooden houses tucked away. In the distance, you could see scrub, more reddish dirty sand, and the occasional cactus poking up, before you caught sight of the red-rocked ridges nearly encircling the town.

Originally born in Chicago, my dad brought me up right. Kept me out of trouble, taught me to use my fists, taught me to stand up to bullies and protect those who can’t protect themselves. Law enforcement was a natural fit for me. But I’ve always had a streak of wanderlust and adventure in my spirit, which brought me out here, to the great frontier. The West needed men like me. Communities out here were scattered, and far flung, often several day’s ride by horseback from one another. They needed strong leadership to keep them safe from the marauding bands of cowardly outlaws that liked to prey on the weak. Well goddamn it, let them try that here and I’ll bury the bastards six feet under.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I leapt up onto my horse, checking that my Deputy was right behind me, I clicked my tongue, slammed my spurs against the horses flanks, and lead the way towards the goat trail the renegade outlaw had mentioned.

The scrub, red dusty sand, and cactus flashed past us on the way. The sun was starting to sink lower in the sky now, only about an hour or so till sunset, when they were planning to make their move. But me and my deputy, we’d be ready for ‘em.

I make sure and lead our horses behind a big boulder so they don’t give us away, then I find a hiding place for me and my deputy behind some scrub bushes flanking the trail.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: Then, I settled myself down to wait. I had a white Stetson cowboy hat perched over my head to keep the sun off, and was wearing a brown button-up shirt. I was one damn fit man, no stranger to hard work, no stranger to a life of fighting crime. My muscles were thick, powerful and damn solid. I weighed in about 225 pounds of solid Cowboy muscle, standing about 6’1. I needed a new shirt to be honest, the seams on my current shirt were likely to split when I flexed my biceps. And of course, my Marshal’s badge was pinned proudly right over my heart. The badge of my authority to deal with scum like these outlaws. I was the law in these parts. I wore a belt around my waist, holding up my denim jeans and my six shooter, which was holstered and ready for action. I was a pretty decent shot.

My brown, leather cowboy boots dug into the dirt and grit. Not long now, and the world would be a safer place.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine:

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10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: West is not an easy place to live, men have greed. Greed for money, gold, power and women. I was the richest of them all, I have heaps of gold looted from various banks of the west, me and my men have kidnapped countless women over the years to rape them, fuck them and kill them if they ever tried to run away.

We wandered in the heat to fight towns which flourished and potentially mark them as targets. A month ago my right hand man Bart went into this town and came to know that lots of gold was on its way to the bank. He also had a run in against the town sheriff when one of our men was captured by this marshal.

Over the years I have killed a lot of these law enforcement buggers. I even have a hefty reward in my name. The plan was simple, I sent in another man disguised into the sheriff's station and told my man to give the sheriff the information. My plan was simple I knew my men could easily take on the town folks if the sheriff and his deputy are away. I deliberately wanted them there wanting to them those fuckers on my own and give time to my men to loot and burn the town to the ground.

Wearing my gray trousers with a white shirt that barely fit my muscular physique. I wore my cowboy hat and a red bandana around my neck and two leather belts. My long boots made from crocodile skin looted from a wealthy fucker. Standing taller than most men I have met in my life, I was 6 ft 3 inches and weighed over 250 pounds. Me and Bart were all ready as we saw the men come in on their horses, they hid them thinking they would ambush us while unaware that they were going to get ambushed instead. I nod at Bart signaling him to take on the younger deputy while I go after the marshal.

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10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I was born and raised in the same town that I serve and protect. Ever since I was a kid I have seen Outlaws raiding into our homes, looting us of our belongings, murdering the strong of the town and rape and kidnap out sisters and mothers. This was horrifying to watch when it happens to your own sister while you are just 10 and have to hide in the pile of hay.

Anger in me boils whenever I see these assholes, I just want to kill them but my duty doesn't allow that. I serve the town and my marshal and help him in catching these fuckers. I have built myself stronger than ever for my age. I stand at 6ft and weigh around 220 pounds. My hard muscled body wearing the deputy badge on my brown and yellow checkered shirt with brown trousers below and leather boots.

Tonight is a big night, we are trying to ambush one of the biggest band of outlaws in the West who is responsible for countless deaths. Bringing him to justice was something that seemed like an impossible task as he killed more deputies and marshals than anyone else. But tonight me and marshal were determined to take the fucker down.

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10:21 Cowboy_Bart: As we wait for those Marshals to fall right into the trap, I look over at the Boss, not trying to hide my admiration. Dayyamm, he's smart. Always coming up with all these clever schemes. It's why our band has terrorized most of Wyoming for a few years now. As for me, well, this band is my family. Gregory found me as an orphan in one of the towns they burned down, took me in, raised me, taught me everything I know. Taught me how to fight, how to rustle cattle, how to shoot. Hell, the man is like the father I never had. I'd do anything he tells me to do, I'd take a bullet for him.

I owe everything to him. The day he made me his second in command, my darnned heart nearly burst with pride. The way he explained the plan, I'd jump the deputy first, he was a tad bigger than me, I could tell, but hell, that don't mean shit. He didn't want us to us our six shooters if we could avoid it, so as not to draw attention from the town, in case the Marshal had left a few defenders behind instead of at the guard post to Henderson's Pass. Made sense. I didn't need my gun to take these scum-sucking Marshals down. Then, once I was scuffling with the Deputy, that would distract the Marshal, and let the Boss get the jump on that big dude.

I stood at about 6' tall, weighed in at 210 pounds of hard, lean muscle. The Boss pushed me hard, he weren't never easy on me, but he was fair. Saw too it that I got my share of plunder and women, but expected results. And I delivered. I'd killed more men than anyone else in the band, except of course for Gregory myself. I'd earned my position as his second in command.

I waited, feeling my blood start to pump as it was almost show time. Those rock-stupid Marshals came on up just before sunset, falling into our trap, trying to hide their horses. They settled down into the scrub facing the trail, but they were so dumb-fuck stupid they didn't realize that we were hiding out in even deeper scrub, right behind those bastards. They were thick muscled, both of 'em, powerfully built. I got off on taking down tough fuckers. Sometimes, the boss would let me rape the men we took down as well as the woman. I sure as hell wanted a chance to rape both these big mother fuckers.

The Boss gave me the signal, and I leapt out of my hiding place, tackling the deputy right in the back, looking to drive that big fucker right down to the dirt.

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10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I waited there, eyes peeled for any sign of dust or the sound of hoofbeats, which might signal those damn outlaws were on the way. But nothing. Well, it was early yet, and they weren't gonna attack until sunset, so the prisoner had claimed, and the sun was only just now setting.

Suddenly, outta goddamn nowhere, a flying body tackles the deputy from behind!!! WHAT THE HELL. That lowdown, goddamn, no good, lying, cheating bastard prisoner had lead us into a trap?? I was a damn good judge of folks. Damn good. I'm not often wrong, but today, I sure as hell was. I whipped out my six shooter, trying to get a good shot on the desperado grappling with my deputy, but I couldn't risk it, not without hurting the deputy. My hackles rose. No way would they send in just one man to take us both on. I bet Gregory is still out there somewhere. Gun in hand, I start to turn, scanning the landscape, trying to find where the other bastard was.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: My plan was simple, take down these guys and loot the entire place, Brat distracted the marshal long enough for me to sneak behind him. As he turned around I grabbed onto his gun. "You'd not be needing that!!" I smash a straight punch into the marshal's nose utilising the surprise to take advantage of it.

The guy was jacked, finally a worthy opponent I think to myself. In the years before, I have killed and funked a lot of men and women, but something about this guy riled me up. I wanted to fuck him to humiliate him and show him Gregory is not some usual outlaw, he can fuck up best of the best.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I am looking at the sun as it sets. "It's about time now. They should be here any moment now. I watch closely but hear a sound from the scrubs behind us. I turned around and saw one of the men of Gregory rushing towards me. I recognise instantly that this is the right hand man of Gregory. Before I could move a muscle he takes me down to the ground. I yell, "watch out!!!" As I saw Gregory behind him. But it was too late and he grabbed his gun by then.

I tried to wrestle Brat and push him off of me. Turning us around, making him go on his back I send a quick punch to his jaw.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: Suddenly, just as I start to turn, I hear my Deputy shout out a warning, but it is too late! A hand reaches out and grabs my gun, tossing it aside, before eating a heavy handed fist right to my nose, sending little spikes of pain stabbing into my brain. My head snaps backward, as blood streams down my face into my beard from my bloodied nose. My hat goes flying off my head, as I stumble, catching my feet under me.

I should have known better! I reach up and wipe the blood outta my beard with the back of my sleeve, then charge forward. "You picked the wrong pair of lawmen to tangle with today Gregory. I'll put your ass in jail and see you hang for your crimes!" Up close and personal like, Gregory was a goddamn mountain of granite-hard muscle. He was bigger than I was, and I'm no small man. But bigger or not, he'll go down like all the others.

I slam my left fist forward, biceps bulging, looking to smash that cocky outlaw right in his guts while I throw a haymaker with my right fist for that smirking bastard's jaw.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: The punch to the nose was perfectly precise drawing blood from you nose making me smirk. But I didn't expect you to fight back hard. There came a strong fisted punch into my gut making my torso jerk forward. I step back immediately pulling my guard up to block any further punches.

"The sayings are right about ya, you're a tough nut!! It'll be fun fuckin ya up" I launch a kick to your knee and follow up coming closer two punches left and right one after the other to your jaw.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: Bart slammed into that muscled young deputy, just the kind of jacked lawman he loved to fuck up. We slam into the dirt, rolling a few times as I tried to get a good grip on him, but he got on top of me and slammed a big fist down to my jaw. It nailed me good, goddamn!!!! I'm seeing a few stars from that blow, tasting some blood in my mouth. It was a darn heavy shot, the dude has got some serious muscle. But this ain't my first rodeo.

I sit up while he's on top of me, reaching up to grab a chunk of hair on the back of his head, yanking savagely. My other hand scrabbles on the ground, picking up a handful of dirt and pebbles. While I pull back on his hair to distract 'em, I toss that handful of dirt right in his face!! Then, make a fist, and smash it right for his jaw, trying to fuck this lawman up and get him the hell off me.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I smash a punch into the Rouge outlaws face. Calling the cowboys is a disgrace to us all. I have my fist up and ready for another hit while I see the guy is a little seeing stars. I am ready to smash his jaw to pieces show him a taste of his own medicine. But I get distracted as the guy grabs onto my hair yanking it to the side. I grab the wrist pulling to get him to free my hair. That's when the bastard rubbed dirt into my face, my eyes filled with dirt and I can't see one bit. I rub my eyes trying to bring some vision back to him when you grab my hair again and smash a tough punch to my jaw. I snap to the side rubbing my eyes while a small stream of blood trickles down from my lower lip to the chin. I can't see anything and throw a kick wildly to hit you to get some time to get my vision back. It's getting dark anyways.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, I plowed my fist into Gregory's abs, but it was like slamming against a goddamn brick wall, how much muscle is this desperado packing? He's damn fast, damn good, and my haymaker gets blocked by his massive guns.

I charge right back at the bastard, but the hard-muscled outlaw lives up to his reputation as a dirty fighter, and slams his boot into my knee. HOLY SHIT... my leg buckles, as pain shoots up and down my muscled leg. Knocks me off balance, aborts my attack. His fists come roaring in trying to nail my jaw, one of those fists gets through my raised fists, thanks to me fighting to keep my balance, and snaps my head to the side, sending more stars shooting through my brain. Fuck... he hits so fucking hard. I taste blood.

He's knocking lumps outta me, gotta get into this fight. All those townfolk are counting on me. I dodge that follow up punch, and reach out to grab the sleeve of your shirt before you can pull your arm back. I yank on that arm, my muscles bulging as I use my hefty strength to try and pull your ass off balance. With my other fist, I fire it in like a sledgehammer, targeting the side of the criminal's broad, square jaw, hoping to catch him off guard. At the same time, I smash my knee forward, trying to blast this piece of shit outlaw in the guts again with a hard knee.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: This fucker is trained himself good, I charge up hitting his leg making him lose his balance and throw a right hook that's nails perfectly in the jaw. My left on the other hand gets blocked and the marshal grabs my arm pulling me towards him with all his strength. The fucker is strong I have to give him credit. I resist a little but get pulled forward when a strong hit to the side catches me off guard. I bend slightly to the side when another hit to the jaw catches me and then the final blow which is the knee to the gut connects.

My abs fortunately hold against the knee smash. I have really thick and strong muscles and they help me in every fight. The hit is definitely strong and I feel like I have met my match tonight. I bend forward and hold my abs in pain again on one knee in front of the marshal. With the quick distance I grab your waist, smashing my shoulder into the gut and wrapping my arms around your waist. I push you back until your back hits the cactus behind you poking the thorns in your back. I use the situation and pull my torso back up and smash a knee to the gut while pushing you back further deep into the big thorny plant.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: That handful of dirt and pebbles slams right into the lawman's face, blinding him! My fist smashes into his hard jaw at full force, smashing him off me. I watch as the muscled deputy claws at his eyes, blinded, I start to scrabble up, when he lashes out with his boot, nailing me hard in my thigh. I wince, that's gonna leave a thick welt. I reach out and grab his boot before he can pull it away, holding it fast. That opens up his crotch, and I smash the solid heel of my cowboy boot straight up the middle, targeting the Deputy's ample sized balls with a brutal kick.

Then, I roll up to my feet, haul back my Cowboy boot, and go for broke, aiming a huge kick right for the Deputy's ribs with the sharp pointy tip of my boot. I massage my jaw, still tasting blood, and can feel a huge bruise welt on my thigh. Fuck, this bastard is strong. But I'm a dirty fighter. I'll have the bastard. I'll bet his hot ass is gonna feel so tight when I fuck this lawman.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I rub my eyes, they are itchy and burning with the dirt particles in the eye. I send a quick kick to the outlaw to buy some time. I feel him grab my leg and I then.....I feel a strong burning feeling in between my legs. My balls shoot up so much pain and I wince on the ground. Nursing my balls in pain, I try to crawl away. Go on my knees and hand when another hit to the ribs, the pointed end of the boot sticking into my ribs shooting tremendous amount of pain, sending me back to the ground rolling.

Rolling a couple of times I can finally feel some vision coming back to my eyes its a little blurry but now at least I know where the hit is coming from. I try to get back up on my feet breathing heavily.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: My unexpected attack catches the outlaw off guard, nailing his jaw and his abs with both blows, getting myself right back into this fight. The outlaw drops to one knee, he's clearly more n' a bit fucked up by my assault. Time to finish him and put him behind bars. I reach forward to grab his hair, planning to blast his face with my knee, when he suddenly wraps those massive arms of his around my hard, muscled waist and plows his shoulder into my muscled abs like a goddamned steam train. The blow stuns me, and before I can figure out a way to fight free, he uses his thicker muscle and heavier weight to drive me back. Suddenly, my entire back explodes in outrageous, sickening pain.

It feels like a whole bunch of dudes have all stabbed me in the back at once. I feel sharp, heavy barbs slicing through my shirt, impaling me all up and down my broad, thick muscled back, ripping into my flesh, tearing up muscle. They go in deep, several inches, each one sending a stabbing bolt of pain into my brain. I can't help it... I howl like a wounded coyote. I'm so fucked up, so hurt, that when that goddamn cowardly outlaw smashes his knee into my guts, I don't even have them flexed, his knee sinks deep into my hard-muscled core like a drill, unleashing all kinds of damage and destruction on my guts, plus the force of that knee strike drives my back deeper against the cactus, and the cactus spines that were stabbing me in my lower back, around my kidneys, got driven in even deeper, doing more damage. I could swear some of 'em drove right into my kidneys.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I let out another howl of agony. I can't fucking believe this is happening ... not to me, not to Marshal McKaine. I can feel blood start to soak the back of my shirt, as I double up over the outlaw's knee digging deep into my guts, puking slightly, some bile dribbling out of my mouth. I was in goddamn bad shape. Using a desperate surge of strength, I rip myself free from the cactus, but those cactus, their spines are barbed, and while I rip free, all those barbs, they stay sticking outta my back like I'm some kind of porcupine. I collapse to my knees, crawling away on all fours, trying to get a handle on the absolutely outrageous pain, gotta get up, gotta get back in this fucking fight. Not gonna let a two-bit outlaw get the best of me. Desperate to make some space, my hand grabs a big ol' stone, about the size of my fist, and I hurl it up and behind me, trying to nail the Outlaw right in his ugly face.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: Holding the marshal in a tight spot with his back poked by the cactus and hundreds of thorns sticking into his back. The knee hits perfectly and he falls to his knees. I grab the hair on his head and pull him up to his feet knowing I have him in a difficult position. I and about to hit another attack when the fucker hits me with a rock in the face.

Hitting on my cheekbone, splitting it open. Blood draws and trickles down to my jaw from my cheek as I turn around and stagger a couple of steps rubbing my face. DAMMNNMN HELLLL!!!

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: My dick twitches a bit as the Deputy winces and moans as I bust his balls and fucking dig my cowboy boot into his ribs. He rolls away, then tries to get back up to his feet. Hell no, not gonna let 'em. I'm right on top of him, just as he's in the middle of trying to get up, I'm reaching down and grabbing a big hunk of his hair, yanking down hard, nearly ripping it out by the roots.

As I pull his head down by my grip on his hair, I'm a smashing my knee up, right towards his handsome, good looking face, trying to fucking cave his face in with my knee.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: This guy is brutal, not giving me a single chance by using his cheap dirty tricks. I know I'm stronger than him, I've built myself to fight Outlaws like him but I'm failing in the fight against him. I roll away trying to get back up, my ribs giving off tremendous amounts of pain.

I try to get back up and the guy brutally grabs onto my hair pulling me up by my feet. I grab his wrist that savagely pulls on my hair to let it off. But before I could do anything the guy pulled my head downwards smashing his knee right into my face.

The hit was strong, knocking me out as I fell on my knees, I would have fallen flat to the ground if he wasn't holding my hair. Drops of blood starting to pour down my left nostril dripping on the ground as my head spins and I'm ashamed I am unable to do a thing against the guy. Breathing heavy and sweating. I muster up some courage to fight back and grab onto your belt with both hands pulling you towards me with my strength and smashing my head into your abs. A headbutt to the abs should definitely buy some time to take a break and fight back, a desperate attempt to get an edge back into the match.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: As Gregory yanks me up by my hair, nearly fucking ripping it out, I let fly with that rock I'd grabbed when I was on all fours, and it smashes into his face, cutting open his cheek, making him let go and back off. I'm on my feet now, but every single fucking move I make, every shift of my muscled arms or torso sends a thousand fucking daggers stabbing into my brain. Not to mention my guts are fucking on fire from taking his knee while I wasn't flexed. I don't think, in my entire life, my entire career as a Marshal, I've ever been in so much pain.

It's sapping my strength, my stamina, my ability to move. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna give into pain. This ain't about me, it's about my deputy, who I can see is getting the shit kicked out of him, it's about my town, all those good folk who look to the law to keep 'em safe from scum like Gregory. With a huge surge of sheer, gutsy willpower, I move in, raising my fists, every single movement, every flex of my thick muscle hurting like hell.

I let fly with a big right cross, targeting the outlaw's bleeding cheek. If I can down the fucker with one good shot. That's all it takes. My left fist slams forward, aimed right back at his guts again. I know I hurt the scumbag when I nailed his abs earlier.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: The bastard got me with the rock, unending up my cheek. When I stagger back I pull up my arms to defend my face, the punch comes in again but I am able to block it by taking the hit to my forearm. But the other punch knocks me good. Right into the abs, the pain rips into my gut ducking me forward. My abs are fortunate and still hold onto the flex barely but I know I've built myself stronger than any man possible.

Feeling the aggression bubbling I stagger a few steps back taking the hit in. Breathing through the pain, filled up in anger I pull myself forward grabbing your shirt with both hands to and try to push you back into the cactus failing to do so as you are a strong fucker I smash a headbutt into your face right between the eyes. Then grabbing your hair with one hand and your best with the other I circle you to gain momentum and I throw your face first into the cactus instead.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: My knee smashes into the handsome Deputy's face with a satisfying CRUNCHH and a spray of blood. The fucking lawman ain't so handsome now. He drops in front of me to his knees, then desperately grabs my belt, pulling me towards him, slamming his head into my abs. It's a solid hit, but my abs are flexed, and your headbutt barely even dents my rock solid abs. My hand keeps its grip on your hair, and I yank up savagely, literally lifting you partway up by just my grip on your hair, ripping some of the hair outta your scalp. I'm so vicious and savage as I yank up.

My other hand grabs the sleeve of your shirt, and yanks up, pulling your arm up, to open up those hurt ribs, then my knee drives in, with full force and power, aimed for those already hurt ribs, trying to totally fuck this Deputy up, maybe even crack a few ribs. Dick twitches again... this Deputy is one hot fucker, just the type I like to beat the shit out of and fuck.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I grab your belt and pull you closer but the grip on my hair restricted the full motion hence making the headbutt not so effective. "AAAAHHHH AAAA" I groan as you pull me up by the hair again just controlling my body against my will. My head is spinning still from the headbutt and the repeated hair yanks giving stinging pain to my head.

You pull my arm up and out of the way, being controlled by this outlaw like I was a fucking doll. BHAMMMM with my ribs open and clear for the shot, the knee comes like a vicious predator. CRACKKK the rib broke from the knee hit, introducing me to the new world of pain. I yell out loud and more than that I think the cracking of my rib was so loud it could have easily been heard from a mile away in the quite deserted place.

Right now I feel pain and shame, what's the use of building a fine body like this when in battle I was outmatched by this fucking outlaw. I am furious and want to hurt him back but I am not doing so well right now. I throw a desperate punch to your throat while still holding my broken rib with one hand. I can't let him do more damage or I won't be able to protect anyone. Marshal would have to fight against the two and that won't be pretty for him even the countless lives they will destroy in the town would be my fault too. Hell No I ain't gonna let that happen. It' s my town and I'm gotta protect it with ma life.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: That damned outlaw blocks my right cross, but he don't manage to block my left, BAMMMMMMM. HOLY SHIT... again, hitting Gregory's abs is like slamming into a goddamn brick wall. I thought I felt some give, but I didn't break his flex. I pull back my fists, shaking out my left wrist. My movements are slower, my hits are sloppier, everything I try to do is affected by all those goddamn cacti barbs piercing my back, my muscles are starting to tremble as I'm finding myself starting to go into shock from the incredible pain.

I'm taking huge, shallow, rapid breaths, and sweat is pouring down my face, as much from fighting against the pain as from the exertion of the fight. Gregory charges me again before I can pull myself together and attack, grabbing my shirt, trying to shove me back towards that cactus, but I dig my boots in, my legs like granite pillars, not gonna be budged. I find an opening, and start to pull back my fist to plow it into your abs again, but the punch never lands.

Cause suddenly your head smashes forward, nailing me brutally right between the eyes. I'm seeing stars, and a spasm of pain ripples through my muscles. I go limp for a moment, can't think or see straight. That's when you grab my hair, dragging me in a circle as brutal pain rips through my scalp, you are fucking ripping my hair out, building up momentum, sending me flying. I can't stop you, still dazed from that headbutt, still trying to get the pain in my back under control.

I smash face first into the cactus ... If I thought the pain was bad before, I was wrong. I scream... a howl of sheer agony as those barbs rip through my sensitive face, my beard, my cheek, gouging me. I slump down chest first to the ground, spreading my arms, half my face full of cactus barbs, blood leaking down my cheek and staining my beard red. My head was spinning... finding it so hard to think... gotta fight.. gotta fight. Have to get up ... Trembling, one arm starts to bulge as I push myself

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: up, the other desperately trying to rip those barbs outta my face. I'm vaguely aware of the Outlaw near me. I kick out like a mule with my boot, having just enough presence of mind to try and keep him from finishing me off. Never in my life have I met a man like Gregory. The crook was manhandling me... manhandling me, Marshal McKaine. The humiliation of it was bad enough, but knowing how many townsfolk were counting on me and my Deputy to stop these outlaws made it ten times worse. Never gonna quit. Not gonna stop. Gotta keep fighting.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: The fucker is tough, one of the strongest lawmen I'd ever seen. But no man has worked as hard as I have to bring this band together, building myself to prove to them as my leader and there ain't no servant of the law who can stand against me.

While the marshal is in pain pulling thorns from his face I look over at the deputy yelling in pain, his ribs funked and Bart toying with him. Look at your deputy he's fucked up. Y'all think you stand a chance against Gregory!!! Getting cocky I reach closer to the marshall when he sends a mule kick randomly hitting my thigh which is stronger than a tree trunk, almost the size of a tree trunk as well.

Eating the kick I limp a bit but it's not that strong to keep me down. I reach down and grab your hair forcing you up on your knees by pulling your head by the hair. I smash a strong knee to the back of your head letting go of the hair to see you crumble back to the floor. Yet again I grab the hair and pull you up to the same position and smash another powerful knee to the back of your head to again watch you go down giving me satisfaction beyond anything. I grip your hair once more savagely and pull you back to the knees. With a strong grip on the hair I shake your head. Look look, the town's burning, my men have already started raiding. Soon this town will turn to dust. I yank your head with the grip on the hair to show your deputy yelling in pain. Your bitch boy can't help you either. I laugh.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: My knee crunches into the Deputy's ribs, and I hear that sweet, sweet sound of cracking bone. He's fucked now. He lashes out desperately with a punch towards my throat, but I jerk my head outta the way, and the punch nails me in my jaw instead. AWWFFFUCK. That hurt, being the same side of my jaw you nailed earlier in the fight. My body trembles, but I keep it together. I'm double tough. There's a reason Gregory made me his second in command.

I've still got a strong grip on your shirt sleeve and your hair, and I don't hesitate, hauling back my knee, and driving my knee into your broken ribs like a goddamn sledge hammer, not holding back. Then, I let go of your sleeve, and using my grip on your hair, I pull savagely, yanking you hard, twisting as I fling you to the ground, ripping more of the Deputy's hair out by the roots before finally letting go. Then, with a sadistic snarl, I draw back my Cowboy boot, and aim a kick right for the lawman's head!!

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I snap a punch towards your throat but it is a missed opportunity. The knee launches again smashing into my ribs, I am in too much pain, the second hit is simply brutal. My broken ribs shoot so much pain making it harder for me to breathe let alone move around. I am in so much pain that I just want to lay on the ground but the damn outlaw has such a firm grip on the hair not allowing me to go down. He flips me forward and then a hit targeting my head smashed to the skull dating me out. I am seeing stars and my head is light headed as well. I look at the marshal for some help or support but I see him on his knees as well brutally beaten by Gregory. FUCKK!!! Marshal is the strongest man I have seen. If he can't fight against Gregory I don't think anyone can. My morale is broken and I am in tremendous pain and unable to do anything.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I feel my boot slam into the Outlaw's leg. I'm hoping that will be enough to give me a chance, but it ain't. IT fucking ain't. He's on me before I can even get up, grabbing my hair again, forcing me up to my knees. My hand reaches up to your wrist as the pain in my scalp feels like fire, trying to get your hand to let go of my hair.

Suddenly, a goddamn hammer smashes into the back of my head. White lights flash in front of my eyes, and I feel sick from the heavy blow, barely able to think. I smash face first to the ground, and the impact drives some of those barbs deeper into my face. That pain jolts me back to full consciousness, as I scream again. Trying to think of a way to fight back... have to fight back... Then, I'm pulled back again by a strong grip on my hair, and again, another savage knee smashes into the back of my head. I'm knocked out cold by that second strike, falling flat on my face again, screaming back to consciousness as once more those barbs on my face are driven in deeper, breaking off, leaving the hooked cactus barbs in my skin.

I'm a goddamn strong man... tough, powerful, dedicated... I know my duty. But a man can only take so much.. I lay there, in more pain than I've ever felt in my whole goddamn life. Humiliated. Manhandled by this fucking beast of an Outlaw. Fucked up so bad I can't barely think. Then, he grabs my hair again, yanking me back up to my knees. My muscle is spasming randomly, I think those blows to the back of my head damn near caved my skull in and gave me a concussion. I feel sick. The pain is too much for me to handle. I look as he makes me look over towards the town. I can hear screams of terror and see the light of flames as the town I was sworn to protect is burning to the ground.

Then, he makes me look over at my Deputy, mocking me the whole time. I can't fucking believe what I'm seeing. My deputy, he's a big, raw-boned, hard muscled young stud of a fighter. He don't back down from no one or nothing. And yet ... there he is, lying in the dirt, holding his ribs. I can see some blood soaking his shirt where his ribs were fucked up. But it's the look ... the look in my deputy's eyes. That look of shock and horror, the look of defeat, as our eyes meet and he sees what Gregory is doing to me. I know how much the Deputy looks up to me... and I've let him down. I've let the whole town down. I've failed.

A part of me just wants to give up, like my Deputy has. But I can't. I won't. I'm goddamn Marshal McKaine. GOD DAMN IT! It takes every ounce of strength I can muster, but somehow, I get a boot under me, and though the pain nearly knocks me out, I force my hard-muscled body to stand up. I twist from my waist, trying to drive an elbow back into Gregory's body, trying to rip my head free from his sadistic grip. But I'm nearly spent. I'm running on fumes, and there ain't much strength behind my attacks. More pride then skill or muscle at this point. But I won't quit. NEVER.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: Against my expectations I thought you'd be out by now. But you still are running off the last bit of strength you have stepping up and trying to get up from your knees, you hit the elbow nailing me on my right pec. Even with the shirt on my pecs are rock hard and easily showing how broad I am. The elbow hit is nothing but a sting at this point. But it was enough to aggravate me. I kick the back of your knee to keep you on the knees.

I let go of the hair and grab both your wrists pulling them back as I plant my foot to the back pressing my boot hard onto the thorns sticking out. Deliberately pushing them completely in to send more pain your way as I yank your arms back.

After pushing the boot in your back. I plant it a little higher to the back of your head and stop your head to the ground letting go of your arms to make you fall with additional momentum. Smashing the head into the ground.

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10:21 Cowboy_Bart: I chuckle as I look down at the handsome Deputy, holding his ribs, writhing in the dirt after I get done kicking him in the head. I can see the look of despair and defeat in his eyes. I'm drinking it up... it's what I live for. I drop down beside the writhing Deputy, and reach down to his gun belt, pulling out his six shooter while he's still dazed from that kick to his head. I grab a sharp rock, and rip a hole over the ass of his denim jeans, then, sadistically, I jam the tip of the Deputy's six shooter right up against the tip of his ass.

Moving fast, I drive my knee into his broken ribs to keep him from fighting back, then I reach over and grab another handful of the lawman's hair. With my other hand, I grab one of his legs, then my muscles start to flex mightily as I begin to bend the Deputy backwards across my knee, digging deep into his broken ribs and back. And ... My other knee is wedged against his ass, right against the butt of his revolver as it sticks out of his ass so that the harder I pull him back, the more his own six shooter gets jammed right up his ass, tearing and ripping it's way home.

I laugh, my grip on his hair pulling him harder and harder. I mock the deputy now, "Look over there Deputy... see those flames? All that smoke? Hear those screams? That's your goddamn town being burned to the ground because you thought you were man enough to stand up to Bart!!! And look, over there, see your Marshal?" The Marshal was knocked out cold, face first, his muscles twitching. "Where the fuck were you when your boss needed your help? Getting your bitch ass ripped apart by your goddamn own six shooter!! SCREAM for me Deputy! C'mon, let's hear you beg for me not to fucking kill you!!"

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10:21 Deputy_Marshal: Exhausted and shattered, I've lost the matter in my mind. My body is hurting and I have no hope at all. These outlaw fuckers have busted us. I could see the marshal being manhandled by the ruthless Gregory, definitely he is even more dangerous than his stories spread cross the west. I am witnessing this brutality for the second time in my life.

My thick blonde hair is grabbed so mercilessly as the gun pushes into my ass. Fucked by my own gun, what could be more humiliating than this. I start screaming as the bastard tries to break to half. The agony is unimaginable but I am hanging on, knowing I am the only defense between the people of my town and the merciless cowboy.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: My whole goddamn body is on fire, my back and face are riddled with those cactus barbs, like being stabbed with little knives. Back of my head is near caved in from Gregory's fists, I feel sick, and have no strength left. The town is burning, my deputy is broken, but I won't stop fighting. Never. I try to slam my elbows back, try to fight my way free, when suddenly a heavy cowboy boot smashes into the back of my knee. I crash forward on my knees, unable to stand. Then, I let out a scream like a wolf getting gutted when I feel a boot smash into the middle of my back.

The savage stomp drives a whole slew of cactus spines deep into my body, ripping my muscle up. I can goddamn feel 'em sliding in between my ribs, driving into my body, doing who knows what to my innards. My thick muscle starts to shake and spasm as the pain starts to overwhelm me. Then, suddenly, I feel that boot right on the back of my head. I feel the surge of Gregory's muscle, I see the desert ground rushing up to meet me ... then... CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. my nose shatters, blood sprays everywhere. It's like I just got shot in the head... nothing but a white hot ball of pain. Every muscle in my tortured body spasms, then nothing... I'm knocked out stone cold.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: The beaten marshal on my feet is an enjoyable moment. Its rare to find such a strong opponent and take him down to his knees. I felt powerful on the top of the world, the strongest man of the wild west.

Walking towards the horses I pull out a long white rope, untangling it I walk back towards you looking at the poor deputy being fucked my his own goddamn gun. I chuckle at how funny Bart is, fucking the poor little boy. I on the other hand am above fucking pretty boys, I fuck the men who think they're strong. I like to beat them and fuck the little assholes apart to show them how powerless they actually are. And this marshal is gonna know his place soon.

I grab your arms dragging you towards the cactus, tying your wrists with the rope and wrapping your arms around the cactus tieing you up hugging a cactus to wake you up with the poking thorns. Grabbing your head with a fistful of hair I pull you on your knees with your arms ties around the cactus and stick your masculine face into the thorny cactus to wake you up completely. I want you to be in your sense for the next part. I grab your belt and untie it, tying it around your neck like a leash of a dog. Strip your trouser down to fuck that little ass.

With my one hand on the belt choking you with the belt I unbuttoned my jeans to pull out my massive and thick cock to make you my bitch.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: The handsome Deputy's screams are like sweet music to my ears as I bend the fucking lawman in half, shattering more of his ribs, and ramming his own six shooter right up his ass. I'm ripping his ass to shreds, and damn, damn, it feels good. I get a good look at that worthless Marshal as Gregory ties that tough lawman up to the cactus ... holy hell... my cock gets harder as I think how much that damn Marshal is suffering! It gives me an evil idea.

I chuckle, then push the Deputy over onto his chest, after a final stretch to break a few more ribs. I sit on his back, keeping my grip on the back of his head, reach around behind me to his ass, and rip his six shooter out of his raw, ripped and bleeding ass. I hold the Deputy's head back, exposing his temple, my grip on his hair is brutal, ripping those blonde locks. I swing his pistol, and bash the Deputy in the temple to knock him out cold. I let him drop, a bloody, broken mass of muscle.

I grab my own rope from my horse, and drag the Deputy over to the same cactus where the Marshall is tied up. I sit the broken deputy with his back against the cactus, between the Marshall's legs, ramming his back into those spines. I tie him up real good, pinning his arms to his side, and tying him tight, driving those spines into his muscled back. The Deputy's head is right at the Marshall's crotch, the lawman's naked cock and balls dangling in his Deputy's face, thanks to Gregory stripping down the Marshal's trousers. I kick the Deputy hard in the balls to wake him up, as Gregory gets ready to fuck the Marshal.

I take the Deputy's six shooter, kneeling off to one side, as I'm staring into the Deputy's eyes. I snarl at him, "I wanna see you suck your Marshal's cock, you bootlicking, bitch-ass, fucking piece of shit. Get to sucking, right now, or I'll take your own six shooter, and blast your goddamn balls right off."

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I scream and scream but the guy has no mercy for me. He breaks my ribs one after the other. I could hear the loud cracking noise. Marshal is out as well, so there is no hope for rescue, suddle you push me on my chest and I feel you on my back. I mumble, "Please stop!" But it's so low I don't think you heard me. You pull my hair again ripping out my blonde hair with such brutality and pulling my head up to expose my face. I have no energy in me to defy you anymore.

BHAMMMM!!!

A hit to the head knocks me out cold, I have no memory of what happens next, that one cold blow to the head knocked me out instantly even before my body could touch the ground.

AGHHHH AAAAAA AGHHH

I wake up with a sudden surge of pain in my balls, it's so excruciating and unbearable as you kick my balls. My eyes open to see a big cock and an equally big sack hanging in my face. I look up to see the marshal. The asshole orders me to suck my own marshal's cock. FUCKK this is beyond embarrassing. But what choice do I have, my ribs are broken and I am coughing out blood. I just want to die and keep my dignity before I do, but these guys won't even let me have my dignity. I grab the cock with one hand and close my eyes as I push my head closer to the dick.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I'm drifting in a nightmare, then suddenly I wake up in hell. My chest, my abs, my arms are one unholy goddamn screaming sharp, stabbing, unbearable pain. And my face is being ground into even more cactus barbs, ripping me apart. I scream and scream until I'm hoarse in the throat. I'm a tough man. I'm strong as a goddamn horse, I'm brave, determined, I know my duty. I stand up for my folk, protect my town, and enforce the law. But I've never faced anything like this. I can't think ... I can't move, all I can do is feel more goddamn pain stabbing me everywhere in my whole body, my sanity is starting to crack. My resolve, my determination, it's all burning down like the town I'm supposed to protect.

I can't take it. I just goddamn can't take it anymore.

I'm screaming in agony now, shuddering constantly. I wish I was dead. I vaguely am aware that my jeans have been pulled down to my ankles, my ass and balls are hanging free, but I'm so much goddamn pain from being stabbed front and back with cactus thorns I ain't thinking about my dignity. But then I feel something down there, something slobbering all over my goddamn piece of meat. Even through the pain, that catches my attention, I look down. And I wanna be sick. My deputy... my goddamn deputy is tied to the cactus beneath me ... and .. and ... he's a sucking my cock. Fuck.. just kill me. Just goddamn kill me now. Pain and shame are burning in me like an inferno, burning down my dignity, my manhood, my pride, everything I've worked so hard over all these years to build... it's all burning now. I scream again.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: Thanks to folks like me West is not running like chickens under the control of lawmen like these. Looking at them they are nothing but whores trying to act tough. The deputy is a sucking his marshal better than any bitch of the town could. I grab the hair of the marshal like a horse's mane and yank his head back sliding my massive cock slowly into his ass ripping buttocks to force open wider. "Feelin ma raw power?"

Pushing my cock further in I start to stroke faster to fuck the marshal and show him who's the boss around here. I look over as Bart is hungry to fuck these wannabe alphas too. I start fucking the marshal faster and faster mercilessly pounding his ass fucking apart the lawman's ass.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: I give a deep low chuckle as the Deputy doesn't even try to fight me. He just leans forward and starts to suck the Marshall's dick like a champ. I snarl at him, "That's right Deputy... you are a natural born cocksucker." I stand up and watch as Gregory begins to pound the Marshall's ass with his massive rod, raping that tough lawman while the Marshal screams like a bitch. I watch the man I've looked up to my whole life teach another lawman his place, teach him who the better man is. There's a reason I'd follow Gregory anywhere. Any goddamn where. A reason I'd take a bullet for him. Ain't never met a more powerful man than Gregory. Never.

I want a piece of that Marshal, want a piece of him bad. Hard. Deep. My dick is so hard now it's leaking all over my crotch. Gregory notices me, and invites me in. "Hot damn Boss!!! Hell yeah!!!" Being Gregory's second in command has it's benefits. But I don't just wanna fuck this Marshal... I wanna goddamn ruin the bastard. I wanna make him scream, make him cry. I wanna make him beg. I wanna break him ... unman him. Bitch him. The Boss moves aside and I move in. But I don't take my dick out. Not yet. Instead, I roll up my sleeve, showing off my thick, veiny, muscled arm. I make a tight fist, then, I pull back, and punch that fucking Marshal right in his ass. I let out a low growl of power, my bicep flexing, strength rippling up and down my bod as I begin to force my fist right up the Marshal's ass. He was a screaming before ... but somehow he screams even louder now. He curses me at first, shaking and wailing, then suddenly he starts to cry as I force my fist up clear to the elbow, blood running out of his ruined hole. I snarl at him, "Listen up Marshal, you fucking know what's good for ya... tell me an' the Boss here who the real law is around this place. Beg my Boss to be his goddamn slave, cause if you don't, I'm gonna ram my fist so far up your ass I'll shove it right up your throat!"

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I pull my head closer and start sulking the marshal's cock. It starts small but within seconds it turns into a massive rod. I've lost everything now, my pride and my dignity as well but at this point anything is better than more pain. I've had enough and I don't want this to be more painful for me, so I do as they say and start sulking the marshal. I close my eyes as I am so embarrassed tasting his cock I feel the pre-cum leaking in my mouth. I look and see the Marshal yelling, damn Gregory must be ruthless. The screams turn louder and louder and at one point deafening. I looked to see the young cowboy had shoved his entire arm up his ass. Fuckk I do not envy Marshal right now. I keep my eyes closed again and suck as best as I can hoping what happened with the marshal doesn't happen to me.

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: Suddenly, just when I was a thinking it can't get worse, it does. Gregory rams his goddamn dick right up my ass. He ain't gentle. Slowly, he forces it in, my own belt wrapped around my neck as though I were his dog. Slowly or not, it rips my ass up as he forces it in. Then, he starts pounding harder. So much pain.. and now ... I'm being fucked like a bitch. Noone has ever been up my ass ... I'm a goddamn man, not a woman. But Gregory don't fucking care. I've taken all I can take. I can't take this anymore. I scream.

He starts pounding me harder, making my body bounce and shake against the cactus, ripping me up more with every thrust. To make it worse, somehow, I don't know how, the bastard is making me hard and my dick is stiff and leaking pre-cum as my deputy goes to town sucking me off. I can't fucking believe it. I'm so fucking ashamed... in so much pain. What the hell is wrong with me?

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: But it gets worse even. Gregory steps away, and that other outlaw steps up. I'm begging, praying that he's smaller than Gregory. But he don't use his cock. Oh no. He slams his fist against my ass, and starts to shove his GODDAMN fist right up my ruined hole!! I scream, starting to curse at him, "You mother fucking bastard, when I get free, I'll rip you goddamn head off... I'm the Marshal, you can't do that to me!" But he don't care. I'm trying to find any strength I got left to fight this, the pain is unbelievable. Gotta fight... gotta ... I'm a man.. I'm a goddamn Marshal.

Suddenly, everything is just too much. I start to cry. I can't take it. Can't take it. Can't take it. His fist is rammed up my ass to the elbow, my Deputy is sucking me off, I'm stuck full of thorns all over my body, in more pain that I can handle. He starts fucking ruining me. I can feel the blood dripping out of my ruined hole. I'm shaking from the pain, and from the tears. He mouths off at me, making crazy fucking demands. But I got no strength left. I got nothing. I'm done broke. Like a wild stallion broken to the saddle. I can't take anymore. I mutter out between sobs... "Please ... no more ... no more... I'll ... do anything you want... please no more. You and yer Boss, you the law around here. Please... jus' let me be your Boss's slave... please stop ... I can't take anymore."

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: I handed over the dumb wit marshal over to Bart, give him an opportunity to fuck him as well while the young pretty boy deputy was so focused on sucking the marshal. I went over and untied the deputy, reached over and grab his perfect blonde hair dragging him slightly away from the scene. Didn't even gave him a chance to get up and just dragged him mercilessly by the hair towards a big rock. "I ain't gonna let you off easy, you're gonna be an example why men of the west shouldn't join the law" I sat on the rock and controlling the fucker by the hair as he was on his all fours like my fucking dog. I rip his jeans which already had a hole exposing the ass. I see the marshal screaming as Bart was fisting his insides, I chuckle as I know the scream of this batch is gonna be even louder.

I stick the pointy end of my show inti your asshole, slowly making your realize what going to happen, then comes the wake up call, I start to push my boot into your ass. The reptiles scales on my boot started to cover up with blood as I tear into your ass. My boot is still only a few inches, with full force I shove the reptile's skin boot into your ass making you feel the seven hells in your ass. My boot isn't small, it's a size 12, bigger than most men as am I. Hearing you scream mixed with the screams from the burning town and your marshal screaming as well is music to my ears.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: I grin as that big, bad, hard-muscled Marshal breaks down, his curses fading out to screams of pain. He starts a pleading for me to stop, he'll do anything we want now. We done broke him, just like breaking a wild stallion, the Marshal is done. I rip my fist out of the Marshal's ruined ass, and let my cock out. Seeing this hard muscled Marshal and his hot handsome deputy get the shit beat of them has damn near pushed me over the edge. I ram my cock up the Marshall's ass, and it only takes a few thrusts up his loose hole before I shudder, and explode, flooding his guts with my seed. Then, I rip the Marshall of that Cactus, slicing the rope holding him, slamming him down onto his back. He screams as the spines are driven all the way inside his back. I stomp his chest, hammering in all the spines sticking out of his thick,beefsteak pecs, and he screams again. I'm a getting tired of all those screams, so I kneel over him, straddling him, and snarl down at him. "Shut the fuck up Marshal, I'm a tired of hearing you scream." I grab his hair, yank his head up off the dirt, cock my fist and fucking hammer his jaw. BAMMM BAMMM BAMMM over and over ... until finally... CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK I fucking break his jaw clean. Blood and teeth are spilling out of his mouth, and his eyes go back in his head as he slumps out, knocked the fuck out cold.

I look over at Gregory, and my eyes go wide as dinner plates. HOLY SHIT! He's shoving his boot right up that deputy's ass!! HOLY SHIT!!! I'm in awe as I watch Gregory torture that handsome young dumbfuck.

10:21 Deputy_Marshal: I quietly suck on the marshal's cock without defying the outlaws as I was in no condition to fight back. Suddenly I feel the ropes untie. I look up and only see marshal in pain, from the side gregory approaches me and grabs a big chunk of hair on the top of my head and drags me across mercilessly. The pain shooting with my hair getting pulled is excruciating, I grab Gregory's wrist holding them but unable to do a thing. Looking towards the marshal I see him screaming in pain, the guy who once was an epitome of masculinity and strength is screaming in pain louder than I've ever heard in his harsh voice. I start to feel some tingle around my butthole, unaware what's coming next. The pain shoots up as the mean outlaw cowboy thrusts his boot into my ass. God the pain, I couldn't believe someone could feel so much pain, my ass was ripped and was bleeding all over. The loss of blood makes me dizzy and light headed but the jolts of pain keep me awake and screaming at the top of my lungs. "I beg you please stop...please kill me instead. I can't take it anymore"

10:21 Marshal_McKaine: I'm done broke. Can't fight anymore. I scream and beg for the torture to stop, but it don't. At least Bart takes his fist outta my ass, but the pain don't stop. I'm in hell. I've failed my town, failed my deputy, reduced to nothing but a whore for a bunch of murdering outlaws, begging them to let me be their slave. I wanna die. I feel Bart's cock ram up my ass, but that ain't nothing after taking his fist. I feel a wave of revulsion roil inside me as I feel him shoot his seed in my guts. Now I'm marked. Please, jus' kill me. But he don't. He rips me off the cactus, my chest all full of those barbs now, slamming my back first, which jams every single fucking spine all the way into my back. I let out a holler loud enough to wake the dead, my muscle is shaking and trembling, and I'm begging for mercy. But there ain't any.

He stomps my chest, driving those spines in deeper, one of 'em pierces my nipple and sinks into my muscle... I scream again... I can't take anymore... "PLEASE KILL ME.." But he don't. He straddles me, grabs a hunk of my hair and rips my head up, nearly pulling my hair out. He starts to smash my jaw with his fist. I'm seeing stars and rockets go off in my brain, blood is spraying outta my mouth, I'm loosing first one tooth, then another, then CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK... a massive thunderbolt of pain sears my brain as my jaw breaks, and finally.... there is nothing but blackness as I'm knocked the fuck out cold. I hope I don't ever wake up.

10:21 Cowboy_Gregory: My boot inside the crying deputy is having its fun. But then I pulled out my entire shoe ruined by this pig's blood. Letting go of the hair I let him fall to the ground. I nudge with my foot and turn the poor deputy around to face me. Planting my blooded foot on his crotch, I want to look at his eyes and feel the pain and fear in them as I start squeezing his gentle balls. I gradually add pressure, looking at the bastard with a dead look in my eyes. As I add the pressure I feel one of the balls pop and soon after the other one pops as well, the balls completely squashed to a pile of goo. I reach down and grab the blonde hair one last time, dragging him by the hair like a dead body towards my horse, pulling out the rope and wrapping it around his neck. I jump onto my horse and look at Bart to follow me, dragging the young deputy by the neck behind the horse galloping towards the town. Making an example of the lawmen to show the town not to mess with Gregory.

10:21 Cowboy_Bart: I watch as Gregory finishes off that deputy, tying him behind his horse with his lasso by the neck. I follow suit, dragging the knocked out Marshal by his hair across the sand, rocks and dirt. At one point, he gets stuck, and I pull so hard on his hair, rip a big chunk out, leaving a bleeding patch on his head. I grab another chunk of hair, then keep hauling him to my horse. Once there, I take out my lasso from my saddle bags, and make a noose, slip it over the Marshal's head, tightening it up. Then, I jump onto my horse, and slap my horses rump, as we start galloping towards the burning town, dragging the two lawmen behind us. No one is gonna mess with our gang. Lawmen gonna piss themselves and run the other way when word of this gets out!

Published: 2022-10-26, viewed 108 times.

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Apollo Dante (deleted member)

2022-10-28 20:11

Always good to see something different being added to the HOTSHOTS fed….stories involving Cowboys are always HOT…and with all the added pics and detailed exchanges this was certainly impressive. Thanks so much for adding it here!


brutalmerc (deleted member)

2022-10-29 15:40

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TOTALLY AGREE!


brutalmerc (deleted member)

2022-10-26 13:51

MY FUCKIN GOD!!!! and that boot impaling the Deputy's ass!!!!!