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“Hey there…are yuh okay?” he asked as he reached out to touch the man. The man groaned and started to roll over. Barlow helped the man, and then suddenly realized who the man was. Too late. The man had a rock in his hand, and smashed it into Barlow’s head.

As Barlow began to regain consciousness, he realized that his hands were tied together above his head, the rope looped over a tree limb, and he smelled the wood smoke of a fire. Looking down, he saw that a branch had been tied to his ankles, his legs spread apart slightly. He looked up, and glared into the face of Clem Woodson – the man whose gang had been wiped out by the lawman. Only Woodson remained free, and now he intended to repay the lawman.

“Howdy, sheriff,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for stoppin’ by. Hope yuh don’t mind stickin’ around for a while.”

Barlow snorted, but remained silent.

Woodson continued. “I’ve really enjoyed yuh takin’ out my gang the last few months. I wanted to show yuh how much I appreciate yer kindness.” He patted Barlow’s cheek lightly, and then rested his hand on the lawman’s shoulder.

“Now, yuh probably think I’m just gonna kill yuh outright, but no, that won’t do at all.”

The outlaw moved close to the sheriff, almost cheek-to-cheek, and whispered close to his ear. “I want to spend some time with yuh first, and I hope yuh enjoy the company. Yeah, I’m gonna kill yuh, but not right away. You’ve caused a lot of trouble for me, and I feel obliged to thank yuh for it.” He pulled away, and slapped the sheriff’s face again playfully.

“First thing we’re gonna do – yuh got some blood on that shirt, so we’ll just take care of that.”

Woodson used his hands to roughly pull apart Barlow’s shirt, exposing his chest. He pulled the bottom of the shirt from out of the pants, and then ripped it into pieces until the sheriff was stripped to the waist.

The outlaw ran his fingers through the lawman’s chest hair. “Quite a crop yuh got there, sheriff,” he chuckled. He grabbed a handful and tugged it. Barlow grimaced slightly.

“And I got some plans for these little fellers, too,” said Woodson, fingerin’ the nipples. He smiled, and tightly pinched them. Barlow’s lips tightened.

“And I suppose yuh think yuh’re gonna be the big tough guy, face death and torture without makin’ a sound. Well, that ain’t so. You’re gonna make a sound. Yuh’re gonna holler, and more’n that, yuh’re gonna beg me to kill yuh.”

At that, Barlow did speak. “I ain’t gonna beg yuh for nothin’, Woodson. I don’t care what yuh do to me – ungh …” Woodson pinched and twisted his captive’s nipples fiercely. “… I’m not gonna give yuh the – unnnnhh – satisfaction.”

Woodson smiled slightly. “I’m glad yuh think so, Sheriff. More fun for me that way.” He moved his hands down to the lawman’s pants, unbuckled the belt, and slid it from the loops.

“Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this for sure,” he said, as he folded the belt and caressed Barlow’s face with it, then brushed it around his chest.

“Hmm,” he said, “I don’t wanna get yer blood on my shirt – it’s a new one.” He hung the belt around Barlow’s neck, and stripped off his own shirt, laying it across his saddle. He picked up the belt and stepped back.

Woodson’s face turned hard. Barlow glared back.

Whack! The outlaw swung the belt across the lawman’s chest.

Barlow’s faced twitched slightly, but he held his glare.

Two more blows. Three more. Barlow’s chest stung

Two more. The lawman grunted, but tightened his jaw.

With another stroke, Barlow’s breathing changed.

Whack! “Unnnh,” escaped the lawman’s lips.

Whack! Whack! “Ahhh! Unnnh, uhhh.”

Woodson smiled. “Not so tough, huh, Sheriff?” He drew back to swing the belt, and Barlow flinched. Woodson laughed.

The lawman was beginning to sweat. “Hell, Woodson, I’ve been kicked by a mule harder than that.”

“Well, good, ‘cause we’re not even really started yet,” said Woodson.

The outlaw continued to beat the sheriff’s chest until each blow made the lawman yell. Barlow’s bare chest gleamed with sweat as he breathed heavily. He allowed his head to droop slightly when Woodson stopped. He watched as the outlaw walked over to a cactus and carefully removed some spines from it.

Woodson walked back to his prisoner and held the spines up to Barlow’s face. He pocketed all but one.

“Now, let’s see how this works out for yuh,” he said. Woodson grasped one of the sheriff’s nipples, pulled it out, and jabbed the spine through it. Barlow squirmed at the sharpness of the pain, and groaned.

Woodson skewered the other nipple as the sheriff shuddered. Then the outlaw took a string and looped it around both cactus spines so that he was able to tug the string and pull on both spines at the same time. He slowly pulled the string. The nipples stretched, and Barlow moaned.

“Now, I’ll let that sit a spell,” Woodson chuckled. He reached down and began to unfasten the sheriff’s jeans, and slid them down. Barlow’s manhood stood exposed.

“Well, my, my, sheriff. Looks like yer enjoyin’ this as well. Now just imagine what it would feel like if I got yuh worked up enough to shoot off here” – he squeezed the erection – “and then, while yuh shoot, shove that brandin’ iron here…” He grasped Barlow’s genitals tightly.

The sheriff’s eyes widened slightly. He had noticed the branding iron in the fire earlier.

Woodson pulled another piece of cord from his pocket, looped it and tied it around the Barlow’s genitals. He tugged the cord, yanking on the sheriff’s privates. He stood and slowly pulled the cord until the man’s privates were stretched tightly and Barlow was groaning.

Woodson roughly turned Barlow until he faced the tree, then used a small stake to secure the genital cord to the ground tightly. Barlow gasped as the cord pulled down. Even the slightest movement sent waves of pain through his groin. Then Woodson tied the nipple cord snugly to the tree trunk so that even the act of drawing a breath pulled on the cactus spines.

The belt swung through the air, slapping across the lawman’s sweat-slick back. Again and again it fell. Each time it struck, the sheriff spasmed, causing a searing pain in his groin and nipples. Although determined not to give in to the outlaw, Barlow found himself screaming in agony as the pain assaulted his body

The beating seemed to last an eternity, then another eternity of silence came as his vision turned black around the edges. He slumped, nearly unconscious. Vaguely, he was aware of being turned around forward.

Woodson slapped his cheeks lightly. “C’mon, wake up, Sheriff.”

Barlow raised his head weakly.

“Now, let’s see how this will work out,” said Woodson has he held the branding iron before Barlow’s face.

The sheriff felt the outlaw’s hand at his groin, massaging the erection, and pulling lightly on the nipple cord.

No…no…,” breathed Barlow, but the feeling rose within anyway. His manhood grew firm and thick, bouncing in the outlaw’s hand. The pressure built, his nipples burned, his body spasmed rhythmically.

Woodson grinned wickedly.

“Ah, huh….ahhh…uh,” gasped Barlow. The lawman surrendered to the raging force within, and his manhood jerked strongly, the hot liquid shooting forth. And then…

“AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” bellowed the lawman. Woodson shoved the branding iron into Barlow’s groin. Sweat sizzled and evaporated, the tender skin burnt, and the mixture of pain and pleasure overloaded the sheriff’s being.

He slowly became aware that the burning torture was over as his body and head hung limply. Barlow forced open his eyes to see Woodson standing with his on his own groin. Woodson moved in and brushed his bearded face against the sheriff’s.

Barlow heard and felt Woodson’s own ecstasy, and felt Woodson’s sweaty flesh against his own.

Breathing heavily, Woodson held Barlow’s head up. “Got a thought for yuh, sheriff. Yer kinda fun to play with, so I’m gonna offer yuh a choice. I’ll let yuh live, if yuh like – and we can play together as much as yuh like. Or…if yuh can’t stand the thought lettin’ me go free, I’ll have to kill yuh after all.”

He looked straight into Barlow’s eyes.

The lawman wearily opened his mouth, and said…