pic 9: Caleb felt the cum running out of his arse as he put his foot on the stirrup. It was a long ride home, and they'd kept his clothes. Did he want a whipping or a fucking? That was the stark choice he faced when they caught him trying to ride off with that young mare his girlfriend said she wanted. He knew his daddy would have wanted him, expected him, to take it like a man. Rustlers got whipped, and they'd caught daddy a couple of times. But he bottled it. Went for what he thought was the easy option. He knew better now. He wasn't sure how many guys took him during the night, but it must have been nigh on a dozen. He knew at least one came back for more. He swung his leg over onto the saddle and his thighs hurt. The hot saddle burned his arse, but he wanted pain, anything to cleanse the shame. He kicked his horse into a gallop and rode off. The spunk was swimming down the saddle and down his legs. His balls slapped wetly as he rode. He remembered Luke McAllister, who'd always wanted to fuck him ever since they were 13, say in his ear `Got you now Caleb Holt you pretty boy bastard, I knew I would. I knew Tanya wanted that mare, and it would only be a matter of time .. hnnff .. oh fuck you feel really good now the boys have opened you up man, real good ..` Caleb kept hearing Luke in his ear as he galloped home, and he got hard. He was horrified to realise that he was getting hard over another guy, and blamed it on the trauma he'd been through. But it was no good. When he was nearing the ranch he slowed down to a canter, and stopped in a thicket of trees. `Oh fucking hell Luke` he whispered `it was always you, all along` he said as he shot a thick bollock-load of milk over the pommel and his horse's mane. He slumped forward, his horse whinnied.
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pic 9: Caleb felt the cum running out of his arse as he put his foot on the stirrup. It was a long ride home, and they'd kept his clothes. Did he want a whipping or a fucking? That was the stark choice he faced when they caught him trying to ride off with that young mare his girlfriend said she wanted. He knew his daddy would have wanted him, expected him, to take it like a man. Rustlers got whipped, and they'd caught daddy a couple of times. But he bottled it. Went for what he thought was the easy option. He knew better now. He wasn't sure how many guys took him during the night, but it must have been nigh on a dozen. He knew at least one came back for more. He swung his leg over onto the saddle and his thighs hurt. The hot saddle burned his arse, but he wanted pain, anything to cleanse the shame. He kicked his horse into a gallop and rode off. The spunk was swimming down the saddle and down his legs. His balls slapped wetly as he rode. He remembered Luke McAllister, who'd always wanted to fuck him ever since they were 13, say in his ear `Got you now Caleb Holt you pretty boy bastard, I knew I would. I knew Tanya wanted that mare, and it would only be a matter of time .. hnnff .. oh fuck you feel really good now the boys have opened you up man, real good ..` Caleb kept hearing Luke in his ear as he galloped home, and he got hard. He was horrified to realise that he was getting hard over another guy, and blamed it on the trauma he'd been through. But it was no good. When he was nearing the ranch he slowed down to a canter, and stopped in a thicket of trees. `Oh fucking hell Luke` he whispered `it was always you, all along` he said as he shot a thick bollock-load of milk over the pommel and his horse's mane. He slumped forward, his horse whinnied.
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