The sun was up. It was time to move on, hurry out of there to my old stomping grounds. We were far enough away from anywhere to where I could let the little doc run around a bit--not like I couldn't pick his a** up if he got into a scrape and get out of there quick--but I'm sure it meant something to him--it did to me--to be able to roam around our camp without his hands and feet tied.
I was down by the creek filling out canteens when I heard it, the scuffling of boots on the ground. A struggle. The little doc cried out for a brief second, then cut off. I felt my heart drop out of me, the canteens falling from my hand somewhere between getting up and running up the little rise back to camp, gun already drawn and cocked.
"Doc!" My brain came up with horror after horror as I shoved through the scrub and into the empty camp, seeing nothing but kicked up dust and scuff marks. Some band? Some big cat? Some lone straggler lookin' to make an easy picking off the kid he thought was alone? I left him alone... The answer to my questions stepped into the open, not a straggler but a man alone enough, tall as me--no, a damn few inches taller by the second look--blue eyes like flecks of ice in his eyes.
I raised the gun, pointing it at his head. He could take his height to hell with him. "Where is he?"
"He's safe," came the answer from a tongue as honeyed as the inside of a hive.
"Where is he?" Even I could hear the frantic uptick in my own voice mixed in with the rage his tone put me in.
"You care, outlaw? How touching." A bullet streaked past his inner thigh, clipping off a little of the fringe that hung there. He must have known where I would've put the next one. His next question was, smirk still delightfully intact, "How about a little wager?"
What choice did I have? He'd done something to him while I had my back turned. If I could get us both out of this, it would be worth it.
"I'm listening."
"If I win, you come with me and Lex comes home. If I lose, you hand over the doctor and head on your way free of baggage." Either way, we both win, he left off, so much more smugly than if he'd said it aloud. Then why does it feel like I lose anyway?
"You won't hurt him either way?"
"Why would I ever hurt him?" I might as well have asked the Devil why he tempted Eve.
"I want your word that you'd never hurt him."
"I swear to you, I'd never hurt him."
My gun slid back into its holster, but slowly. "What's the bet?" He moved over, standing toe to toe, looking me in the eyes. We were at a level, almost. He looked slightly down his nose for three inches of height. His grin was insufferably wide, near on splitting his face and white as new-bought pearls beneath the travel-dust coating his tan face.
"That you won't last the night with me."
He gagged as I wrenched his balls around, keen on twisting them off then and there. It would've made things so much simpler. But it was more likely than not he'd be missed in some town, draw more attention to me--to us--than I'd ever want or like. I shifted my hand down, sizing him up and snorting.
"With this thing?" I gripped at it, finding some fun in watching him squirm. "Please, a horny midget would ask if you're doing anything. I can last all day, night, and into the next."
"Then we have our wager."
It took him a few minutes of climbing up and down, but eventually he had me tied to the tree we'd used for shade during the heat of the day. The initial cool after he'd stripped me down had been nice.
"Why tie me up? Afraid I'll run?"
"To hold you up." He dropped his pants to the dirt and tossed them aside. I took in the full measure of him then and snorted again. Well, seems my hands didn't lie.
"Like I said, a horny midg--" The words died off in a grunt as he shoved into me up to the hilt. "Ahhh..." Damn, he's filled me up... He started going then, slow and deep thrusts that felt like he was cramming a poke square into my guts, grip and all. I worked on keeping my breathing even. He's not going to win. Not like this. Not this quick. Not ever if I have my way. I'll rot in hell first.
The b*****d had the audacity to take a break for an evening meal at sunset, commenting on how pretty it looked, then saying I looked prettier than the scenery. He must have gotten off on it, how I looked. I was already bruising up; dust coated my skin, kicked up by the wind and stuck by sweat, fresh drops trickling down to water the flies I had to constantly shake off. Sure as hell didn't feel too pretty.
He started to shove harder as the night wore on. The sun had long ago gone down and he was still at it, still shoving away like I wasn't holding still. I was starting to pant despite my fight to keep my breathing steady. Hearing this, probably, he started moving faster, the pace almost frantic. My head spun, breathing harder, air coming in gulps and and gasps, leaving in wheezes.
"I can feel it." His voice was a rasp from disuse; he hadn't spoken since sunset. Or maybe that was what his voice sounded like when he ******** someone near raw. It had to be around midnight. I couldn't tell. My head spun too much, the blood all down in my c**k. He was squeezing away on it, hard, harder. "You're starting to flag."
No... I gripped at the ropes, bracing my back against the tree. I can't... My legs shook. I risked trying to straighten up, gasping as my knees buckled, my eyes rolling up so that the world lurched sickeningly toward blackness. Then I was falling, his arm a bar of iron around my middle as he hauled me up, the ropes cut away, turning me so my back was crushed up against his chest. I couldn't touch the ground, could only claw for purchase at his hips and yell out my pain as his thrusts turned viciously hard, as if he wanted to split my spine, his hand gripping so hard it felt like he wanted to have my c**k seep through his fingers like mud.
I yelled again, trying to articulate a curse at least, "Damn y--" The words failed, his savage hand an unstoppable vice of pain. "Ahh... Ahhhh! Ahhh..." My fingers left his hips, nerveless, wretched, disobedient things. It was as if he'd pierced me clean to my mouth so that all I could do was moan. "Ahhn..." I was starting to flag; whatever resolve I'd had was sapping itself away as the night dragged on. No... "Nhhh..." My tongue fat, dry tongue refused the word, the sound a whispered rasp in my throat.
My mind went blank for a time, my body rocking as the continuous motion of his hips willed. That motion, those thrusts, continued and continued, so that the thing that roused me from my stupor was the pain of some new friction against my face. I was leaning against a boulder roughly the height of a desk, bent over it, chest and face scraping against now with his pushing and pulling motions. He seemed to take a special pleasure in grinding my hips down against the rock.
His hand reached around, turned me onto my back before pinching a n****e. "Ahh..." He glanced at the sky. The moon was off to my right, low in the sky.
"Hmph. You've held out longer than I expected." I would have had some quip ready hours earlier at that statement, but now all I could do was sigh as he lifted my hips, knees over his shoulders, and kept going, his mouth finding my length, nibbling, gnawing even. How could I tell anymore?
As the sky began to lighten, I realized my eyes were barely open. Drool was slipping out of my mouth; he must've given me water at some point for there to be any spit left in that dry crater. "Oh..." I realized, too, how cold I was, how sore and still hard. "Ohh...God..." And he was still going, each ram of his hips sending spikes of cold through my limbs. "Ahhnn..." I was helpless. "Hahhnn..."
He knelt down between my legs now, letting them dangle, sucking at my tip. I could feel my eyes closing. Doc... I rallied what strength I had left and forced my eyes to stay open, even just a sliver blurred with tears. He would so something to him. He'd hurt him. He wouldn't keep his word. Doc... I had to be there. I have to... A shock ran through me as fingers pinched my nipples, stiffened with cold and tender from the scraping my chest had taken, nails digging in, twisting, pulling. He sucked. Then his teeth found them and bit down, nibbling away.
A sigh left me. It was too much. I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore. I was too tired, too damn weak. The water leaking from them felt like tears. I couldn't keep my body from going limp anymore than I could reopen my eyes.
"Looks like I won." He trailed his fingers along my tip before hefting me up to a sit, then over his shoulder. My eyes opened a little, more gravity than my will. The smell of horseflesh reached my nose before I was tossed over the animal's neck none too gently, the wind leaving me as he began tying my wrists to my ankles. The world went black before my eyes even shut again.
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