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Reluctantly Moon shuffled to the upright and knelt beside Cultrane’s splayed legs. Right before his face was the lawman’s naked hip and Darby’s stiff cock lunging in and out of the furry crack. He was caught suddenly in the excitement as he raised his hand to the marshal’s hard thigh and then into the warmth of his crotch, past the sack, to the root of the throbbing cock. Cultrane groaned as he pulled the member down and shyly licked at its head, tasting the warm, taut flesh and then the salty crystalline fluid seeping from its lips. Inhaling the masculine odor of his sex, Moon opened his eyes and watched the dusky cock as he flexed back the long fold of flesh and circled the crown with his lapping tongue, driving the marshal into jolts of pleasure. He reveled in its texture as he closed his lips over the shaft and sunk down on it until he felt the prickly hairs against his nose and the sack of the big mans nuts on his chin. The cock clenched in his maw and deposited a glob of sweet juice down his throat.

Moon pulled back and folded the glistening cock up to the marshals belly then lowered his mouth to the flesh of his solid balls, sucking in one and then the other, tormenting the meaty orbs. He continued handling his own cock as he played with their prisoner, long stroking his heavy shaft then teasing the bold corona until he was moaning aloud, ready to spill his pent up load.

Destiny felt his orgasm boiling in his gut and the urgent need to release it drove him on. He bucked wildly, thrusting his hips, driving his cock deep in the man’s mouth while increasing the friction on the tumid member wedged in his ass. He moaned out loud past the gag and sweat poured from his body, dripping onto Moon’s rumpled hair. He felt something relax and a magnificent rush suddenly clouded his brain.

“Yeah!” Darby cried. “Ride my cock, marshal man...Yeah, that’s the way, boy.” He viciously slapped at one mound of Cultrane’s firm ass and then the other before he seized the pumping hips and then arced back to watch his cock lunging in and out between the furry globes. The ass clenched and tightened around the length of his driving dick and he knew he could hold back no longer.

A steady flow of sweet juice was flowing onto Moon’s tongue when all at once the cock in his mouth stiffened, the head flared and he heard the marshal cry out above him. The big man was quaking and Moon held fast to the thick thighs raising on either side his head. The penis clenched hard and shot the first thick wad of pungent seed onto the back of his tongue and down his throat. Moon gagged at the powerful flavor but held the cock tight with his lips as it jerked wildly again and again, each time blasting out more salty spunk until the fluid leaked from the corners of his gulping mouth. He was pumping his own dick faster and faster, tormenting the head and driving himself to a shuddering climax that began above his balls and rushed into the length of his cock. He hollered around the shaft of the wilting member still filling his mouth while he watched his prick buck between his fingers and shoot long threads of cum onto the wooden floor between his spread knees.

The ass hole tightened once, twice, three times on his cock and Darby knew the struggling marshal was spilling his load into Moons hungry mouth, and that was enough for him. He roared as his orgasm rushed through his guts toward its release. He grabbed a handful of Cultrane’s blonde hair and savagely pulled back while he slammed his belly against the man’s back and buried himself in the silky burrow of his ass. Darby was panting and both men were drenched in sweat as he began to come. He hollered again and lunged forward while his cock jerked and sent a flood of his cream into the tortured bowel. Darby clung to the man’s broad back while the rush of his climax faded and the last of his load pulsed from his adding erection. The marshal was groaning and still weakly pulling at the bonds when Darby popped his cock free of his ass and brutally slapped the wet flank again.

“Oh...Moon, man...you gotta do this big hairy ass. This here boy will give ya a ride, man,” Darby panted.

“I’m ready, boss. I’ll give him a try,” Moon said as he swiped at his mouth with the back of his fist.

Dawn was breaking when they had finally finished with the enervated lawman. He hung limp from his bound wrists while Darby and Moon snored in two of the bunks at the back of the shack.

They barely stirred at the sound of a horse approaching outside.

A shudder raked Destiny’s naked body as he realized, with the last of his remaining consciousness, which the end of his life had just arrived with the lonely rider.

Rory Newsom’s voice boomed outside the shack.

“Yo, inside the cabin. It’s Newsom. I’m coming in.”

Rory entered the shack cautiously with his gun drawn and took in the sight of Cultrane’s sweat and dirt streaked body hanging on the thick upright and his two tormentors stirring on the cots. The stale air of the room stunk of cum and shit.

“Looks like you boys had yourselves some fun...” Rory holstered his revolver, went to Destiny and tipped his chin up. The marshal’s eyes fluttered open for a moment and closed again. His head dropped forward.

“Yeah we did...You get your business done? Where’s Larsen? He was gonna come up to take care of the big boy.” Darby coughed while he pulled on his boots. Moon was waking and rolling out of the bed.

“He changed the plans. You boys need to get him ready and we’ll take him down to the Pass.”

“That don’t sound right, Newsom. We should finish him here, burry him and be done with it. Where’s Larsen anyway?”

“He ain’t comin’. He’s busy. Now, cut him down and put that coat yonder on him and let’s go.” Rory said as he turned toward the smoldering fire.

“We ain’t goin’ nowhere with you, sheriff...not until Vance tells us so.” Darby had cautiously moved a step closer to his rifle, propped against the bed frame.

“Larsen’s dead...I killed him about three hours ago.”

“What? Why you dirty double...” Darby went for the Remington but Rory spun in the space of a heartbeat, his gun appearing in his hand and firing as he dove for the floor.

The explosion was deafening in the enclosed space and Moon went for his own gun as Darby’s body spun before him and fell; his rifle still in his hand.

Moon raised his weapon and saw the flash from the barrel of the sheriff’s pistol. His legs felt soft as he seemed to stumble barefooted toward the lawman. He was short of breath suddenly and the floor felt cold and hard against the side of his face. He saw his arm go out in front of his face, reaching for his boots.

“Ma?” he murmured weakly before he died.

“Cully... you alright? Come on, stay with me.” Rory spoke as he cut the thongs around the marshal’s wrists and lowered his body to the floor. He covered him with his discarded duster, brought water and held Destiny’s head as he helped him to drink.

“Wha...?” Cultrane mumbled.

”Let’s get you back to town. Get you some attention. Think you can ride?” Newsom asked, helping the big man into his coat.

“Yeah....yeah,” Destiny whispered hoarsely. “How ya doin’?” Rory asked as he entered the spare room where he and his wife had put Cultrane, according to the doctor’s orders.

“I’m better, thanks. What happened?” Destiny let the sheriff prop another pillow behind his head.

“Greisen was shorting the gold shipments from his assay office to Denver. His men would just off load the shorted amount at the Pass and let the rest go on. The driver worked for him too so there was no trouble and nobody ever noticed. But, somehow Ben Davis found out about the shipments and decided to ride out to the Pass and face Greisen. He was alone and Larsen ambushed him.

“After that, I had to go on his payroll so I could get close enough to Greisen. When I went to arrest him for Ben’s murder day before yesterday Larsen surprised me and I had to kill him.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you, but I really had no choice, Cully.” He pulled a small chair up to the side of the bed.

“It’s alright. I didn’t like the idea of you going back to the other side again, though. I’m glad you didn’t...you’re one hell of a lawman.” Destiny smiled and pulled himself up in the bed.

Rory slipped his hand beneath the sheet and into the space between Cultrane’s thick thighs.

“You gonna be alright?” Rory asked slyly while filling his fist with the marshal’s flaccid dick.

“You come over to the hotel tomorrow afternoon and we’ll find out.”