pic 8: Jethro watched Denny take the whip. He was hard before the second whiplash had wrapped itself around Denny's short, stocky, muscular physique. Jethro and Denny barely lost eye contact. There was no stipulated sentence. This was the Golden Crest Ranch, and Jethro ruled supreme as chief cowhand. The whipping stopped when Jethro decided
and there was plenty of punishment he wanted to see on Denny's goodlooking face. Denny had always had plenty of lip. He pushed his luck too far when he said something about Jethro and his bunkpal, young Corro. Hell, it was hardly unusual for guys to share a bed. It got pretty cold out here at night. And Corro needed an older guy to take an interest in him. When Denny called them `Jorro` that was enough. He was in the frame, stripped and whipped. All the guys were watching, and loving it, even Denny's sidekick Bill. At lash 33 it was getting hot: Denny could take it well, and knew what hero-style looked like. At lash 39 Jethro was gonna cum, hands-free. He saw Bill, shirtless under his stetson, reach down inside his faded jeans. His eyes closed as he shot into his denims. Jethro started spurting, and he saw Denny see it. When he'd stopped dribbling out, still hands-free, he called to the whiphand `That's enough Will, let him down now`
Denny staggered forward and looked at Jethro, as he massaged his wrists. Jethro got up and faced him `You'll bunk with me from tonight Den`. Denny dropped his head, and nodded. He went over to his hat, boots and jeans. He'd done it. He was Jethro's bedboy now, and without losing face with the guys. He looked over at Will, who winked
pic 7: Ricky stroked his nipple, softly, in a state of shock
he was the laddo of the unit, the skirt-chaser, and he was good at it. Too good for his own good, as Boss Gibbon had had to get him out of trouble more than once when his conquests carried more baggage than expected
this time though he'd bedded Jeannette from the Coombs family up on the hill. Married, wilful, and trouble
Boss Gibbon took some time clearing it up. When he had, he called Ricky in to the masking room, locking the door after him. He ordered him to strip to his boots, and sit. Ricky was sniggering when Boss cuffed his wrists behind the chairback. 55 minutes later it was a different story: snivelling, sweating and pleading, as Boss Gibbon worked on his nipples, relentlessly, expertly. Ricky's cock was wet with pre-cum. Boss Gibbon had wired up the connection in Ricky's brain between his tits and his cock. A connection Ricky never knew he had, until now. He said `I can make you cum for me Ricky, and I'm tempted. But I won't. Not this time. But if I have to bail you out of the shit again I'll milk you dry without even touching that fanny-rat cock of yours, and you won't like it, believe me`
Boss Gibbon uncuffed Ricky and walked out of the room, leaving Ricky there, breathing heavily. Ricky's pectorals were throbbing, and his cock was on fire. He desperately wanted to jack off, but knew that there was a cctv camera trained on him. He guessed that Boss was probably watching on the office monitor, and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But he was new to this. He thought that stroking his nipples and pubic area would calm him down. Too late he realised his gonads were on a knife edge
`Oh shit` he whispered, as he felt himself cumming. He never knew you could cum hands-free. He watched in horror as his cock spurted bullmilk of its own accord. Convulsively, his legs stretched out, straight and wide, and his knees trembled. He forgot about Boss watching on the camera, and finished himself off, groaning softly
he stopped, and squeezed the last goops of cum from his fiery red cockhead. In the office, all 17 guys on the unit watched, hard-ons in their pants. `He's one of us now, guys` said Boston Pete, one of the best at nipple torture, and the only one ever to have beaten Boss Gibbon in a nip contest. `Yeah, he'll finally learn what the pole's for at the end of the dorm` laughed Boss. `He'll look great roped up to that on Saturday night` said Pete `nipples hard, proud, and ready to blow`. They all laughed `Thanks for that Boss, pec punishment comes finally comes to our Ricky`
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pic 8: Jethro watched Denny take the whip. He was hard before the second whiplash had wrapped itself around Denny's short, stocky, muscular physique. Jethro and Denny barely lost eye contact. There was no stipulated sentence. This was the Golden Crest Ranch, and Jethro ruled supreme as chief cowhand. The whipping stopped when Jethro decided
and there was plenty of punishment he wanted to see on Denny's goodlooking face. Denny had always had plenty of lip. He pushed his luck too far when he said something about Jethro and his bunkpal, young Corro. Hell, it was hardly unusual for guys to share a bed. It got pretty cold out here at night. And Corro needed an older guy to take an interest in him. When Denny called them `Jorro` that was enough. He was in the frame, stripped and whipped. All the guys were watching, and loving it, even Denny's sidekick Bill. At lash 33 it was getting hot: Denny could take it well, and knew what hero-style looked like. At lash 39 Jethro was gonna cum, hands-free. He saw Bill, shirtless under his stetson, reach down inside his faded jeans. His eyes closed as he shot into his denims. Jethro started spurting, and he saw Denny see it. When he'd stopped dribbling out, still hands-free, he called to the whiphand `That's enough Will, let him down now`
Denny staggered forward and looked at Jethro, as he massaged his wrists. Jethro got up and faced him `You'll bunk with me from tonight Den`. Denny dropped his head, and nodded. He went over to his hat, boots and jeans. He'd done it. He was Jethro's bedboy now, and without losing face with the guys. He looked over at Will, who winked
pic 7: Ricky stroked his nipple, softly, in a state of shock
he was the laddo of the unit, the skirt-chaser, and he was good at it. Too good for his own good, as Boss Gibbon had had to get him out of trouble more than once when his conquests carried more baggage than expected
this time though he'd bedded Jeannette from the Coombs family up on the hill. Married, wilful, and trouble
Boss Gibbon took some time clearing it up. When he had, he called Ricky in to the masking room, locking the door after him. He ordered him to strip to his boots, and sit. Ricky was sniggering when Boss cuffed his wrists behind the chairback. 55 minutes later it was a different story: snivelling, sweating and pleading, as Boss Gibbon worked on his nipples, relentlessly, expertly. Ricky's cock was wet with pre-cum. Boss Gibbon had wired up the connection in Ricky's brain between his tits and his cock. A connection Ricky never knew he had, until now. He said `I can make you cum for me Ricky, and I'm tempted. But I won't. Not this time. But if I have to bail you out of the shit again I'll milk you dry without even touching that fanny-rat cock of yours, and you won't like it, believe me`
Boss Gibbon uncuffed Ricky and walked out of the room, leaving Ricky there, breathing heavily. Ricky's pectorals were throbbing, and his cock was on fire. He desperately wanted to jack off, but knew that there was a cctv camera trained on him. He guessed that Boss was probably watching on the office monitor, and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But he was new to this. He thought that stroking his nipples and pubic area would calm him down. Too late he realised his gonads were on a knife edge
`Oh shit` he whispered, as he felt himself cumming. He never knew you could cum hands-free. He watched in horror as his cock spurted bullmilk of its own accord. Convulsively, his legs stretched out, straight and wide, and his knees trembled. He forgot about Boss watching on the camera, and finished himself off, groaning softly
he stopped, and squeezed the last goops of cum from his fiery red cockhead. In the office, all 17 guys on the unit watched, hard-ons in their pants. `He's one of us now, guys` said Boston Pete, one of the best at nipple torture, and the only one ever to have beaten Boss Gibbon in a nip contest. `Yeah, he'll finally learn what the pole's for at the end of the dorm` laughed Boss. `He'll look great roped up to that on Saturday night` said Pete `nipples hard, proud, and ready to blow`. They all laughed `Thanks for that Boss, pec punishment comes finally comes to our Ricky`
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