[Author's note: Aaron Goodman is a college student from back east who got a job at a ranch in western Canada through his father's contacts. This part of the story begins after Aaron's first morning on the job, where he'd painfully discovered the full implications of his consent to ranch discipline. Or at least what he thought were the full implications.... ]
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As they rode along the trail, Aaron's ass kept rubbing painfully against the saddle through his jeans. Without anything between his ass and his jeans, each step of the horse rubbed his sore and bruised buttocks into the rough cloth, reminding him each time of what his ass had received. He hardly needed the reminder. His mind kept reliving the shock of pain he'd felt each time the strap had landed on his buttocks.
He kept thinking of what Bill had promised. He didn't think Bill was joking about giving him more. Bill had grinned at him with too much obvious anticipation. He looked at the _c_o_c_k_y young crew leader riding ahead of him, sitting in his saddle like he'd done that all his life. Maybe he had. He sure had nothing else going for him, Aaron thought. He was a real prick.
They'd been riding for more than an hour now and were just entering a clearing. The trail had mostly been through forest, occassionally coming out beside the river. The clearing was a campsite beside a series of low waterfalls over smooth rocks. It looked beautiful, just like a postcard. There were pools behind the falls.
Bill dismounted. "We'll stop here. This is where we split up."
Buz and Aaron got down.
"What do you have to do?" Aaron asked Bill.
"Oh, check up on some cows. I'll meet up with you again tomorrow or the day after." He looked at Aaron and grinned. "You'll be in my crew up there, kid. I'm looking forward to that."
"So what am I supposed to do?" Aaron shrugged. "Cheer?"
Bill grinned at him again. "You're a real smart-ass, aren't you?"
Aaron shrugged again. "At least I'm smarter than you."
Bill laughed. "I hate stuck-up snots like you, kid. We get them here all the time, thinking they're superior just because they go to some fancy eastern college or school."
"Mostly as guests" Buz shrugged.
"True" Bill nodded. "But the ones that get parachuted into jobs here by their parents are the worst. At least the guests don't stay long."
Aaron looked at him scornfully. "Why are you so _f_u_c_k_ed up about college kids, Bill? Guys like me need jobs just as much as you do. Maybe more. Guys like you can spend your money and play around. Guys like me have to save it so we can go to school."
"So that makes you superior, does it?" Bill sneered. "You're morally more deserving, is that it?"
"Oh, _f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron said bitterly.
Bill smiled thinly. "He sure didn't learn much respect from what Haempel gave him, did he?"
"Respect for you?" Buz laughed. "That would be asking a lot!"
"It sure would" Aaron nodded derisively. "You're an asshole, Bill."
"Is that right?" Bill grinned. "I'll have your ass for that."
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way" Aaron sneered. "Mr Haempel told me I had to obey you. He didn't say I had to respect you."
Bill laughed. "Actually, you're wrong about that, kid. But let's see if you did learn obedience." He pointed to a table down near the river. "See that table over there? I want to see you take off all your clothes and bend over its end."
"What the _f_u_c_k_ for?" Aaron retorted.
"For another lesson. I think Mr Haempel was too easy on you."
"Oh, come on" Aaron snorted. "What are you trying to prove?"
"Whether you really have learned to follow orders."
Aaron looked at Buz. "He's joking, right?"
Buz shrugged. "Bill's the boss as long as we're with him, Aaron. If he tells you to do something, you'd better do it."
"I'll do anything reasonable" Aaron shrugged. "That doesn't include stripping off my clothes and bending over some _f_u_c_k_ing table."
"Is that what you learned from Mr Haempel?" Bill grinned. "To decide which orders to obey? I thought he taught you a different lesson."
Aaron looked at him fearfully, realizing Bill was serious. "Okay, he did. But not this ..." His voice trailed off as he looked at Bill's grim smile. "I mean ... You can't ..."
Bill smiled scornfully. "What did he teach you?"
"To obey orders."
"All orders? Or just from him?"
Aaron shook his head grimly. "No, from anyone." He looked at Bill bitterly. "Even from you."
"That's right" Bill nodded. "So I gave you an order. Why aren't you doing what I told you? And doing it right away? Do you need another obedience lesson?"
Aaron bit his lip. "All right, I'll do what you told me. But you'd better play fair, okay?"
Bill just laughed.
Aaron stripped off his T-shirt, took off his boots, and stepped out of his jeans. Then he bent over the end of the table.
"Okay, I've done what you told me. Can I get up now?"
"_f_u_c_k_ no!" Bill grinned. "You still haven't taken off your socks."
Aaron pushed back, bent down, and took his socks off. He stood up and glared at Bill in anger and embarrassment.
"Okay now? I'm stark naked now. That's what you wanted, right?"
"Yeah, that's partly right. But you're standing. I told you to get down on that table."
"Oh, come on, Bill" Aaron said in exasperation. "You've made your point."
"You're being disobedient again, kid. Do what I told you."
Aaron got down on the table again.
"Okay now?"
"Stretch your arms forward."
What a prick! he thought to himself. Nevertheless, he did as he was told, stretching his arms out ahead of him on the table.
"Okay, I've done everything you told me to do. Can I get up now?"
"No, stay where you are."
Bill got a rope and grabbed Aaron's wrists.
"Hey! Come on!" Aaron yelled, struggling to get away. "What are you doing now? Let me go!"
"Hold him while I tie him down, Buz."
Buz pushed down on Aaron's back and shoulders, pinning him on the table. Aaron tried to twist away, fighting to break away.
"_f_u_c_k_ off!" Aaron yelled angrily. "Get off me!
He twisted and turned, trying to keep Bill from tying the rope around his wrists. It was a losing battle.
"You really do need a lesson" Bill grinned.
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron spat bitterly. "You're a _f_u_c_k_ing asshole!"
Bill laughed. "I told you not to move, kid. You disobeyed me again."
He pulled the rope forward and tied it to the other end of the table, pulling on it to stretch Aaron forward.
"Okay, Buz. He's immobilized now."
Buz got off Aaron. Bill took his belt out of his jeans and doubled it up. His belt was thick and fairly wide. It was also long, easily forty inches long before he doubled it up.
"You can't hit me with that!" Aaron said angrily.
Bill smiled. "You disobeyed me, kid." He went out to Aaron's left. "How much do you think I should give him, Buz?"
"Oh, just give him a dozen" Buz shrugged. "His ass hurts enough already."
"Oh, I don't think so" Bill grinned. "He's learned neither obedience nor respect. I think he needs a lot more than a dozen. Right, kid?"
"NO!" Aaron cried fearfully as Bill reached back. "Please, Bill! Please don't give me that!"
Bill swung.
"PLEASE, BILL!! PLEASE!!"
..SLAP!!
"NOOOHH!!!" Aaron shrieked as the belt slashed across his buttocks. "OH PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!! NOT AGAIN!! PLEASE!!"
"You still feel superior?" Bill laughed, reaching back again. "Or does this start equalizing things?"
"I didn't say I was superior!"
"You said we were dumb _f_u_c_k_s, kid. Don't lie about it."
..SLAP!!
"AAOOOWWHHHH!!" Aaron's legs flew up off the ground, pulling against the rope. The belt really hurt as it slashed across the boy's bruised buttocks. "_s_h_i_t_, BILL! DON'T DO THIS!"
..SLAP!!
"AOOOWWHH!! PLEASE STOP, BILL! NOT AGAIN!! PLEASE!! YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT!"
"Yeah? So what's my point?"
"That I've got to obey you, do whatever you tell me."
..SLAP!!
"AOOOOWWWHHHH!!" Aaron jerked into the table, drumming his legs on the ground. Bill had hit really hard that time, slashing his belt across Aaron's buttocks just above his thighs.
"OH JESUS!" Aaron wailed. "PLEASE, BILL! I TOLD YOU I'D OBEY!"
Bill grinned as he reached back. "You're just saying that to stop me from giving this to you, kid."
"NO, I'M NOT! PLEASE!!"
..SLAP!!
"OH _f_u_c_k_!!" Aaron yelled, jerking into the table again. "_s_h_i_t_!!"
"Plus you're not showing respect, kid."
..SLAP!!
"AAAAIEEEOOOWHHHH!!" That blow had slashed across the top of Aaron's thighs. "_f_u_c_k_ YOU, BILL! _f_u_c_k_!! _f_u_c_k_!!"
"That just earned you even more punishment, kid."
..SLAP!!
"OH _f_u_c_k_!!" Aaron sobbed, drumming his legs from the pain. "_f_u_c_k_!! _f_u_c_k_!!"
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
"AAOOOOWWWHHHH!! AOOOOOWHH!! PLEASE, BILL! AOOOOOWHH!! PLEASE!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"
"Think this little _s_h_i_t_ is ever going to show respect, Buz?"
Buz laughed. "Don't count on it."
"I'LL SHOW RESPECT!" Aaron yelled. "DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE!"
Bill laughed and swung into him.
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
"AOOOOWWHH!! CHRIST!! AOOOOOWHH!!" Aaron twisted and turned as Bill's blows landed, legs flying as he jerked against the ropes. "GOD!!" he shrieked. "AOOOWHHH!!"
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
Bill's belt wasn't as bad as the longer and thicker strap Haempel had used on him. But his buttocks were so bruised that anything would have hurt. Aaron pleaded with Bill, trying to persuade him to stop.
"AOOOOOWWHHHH!! PLEASE STOP, BILL!!" The blows kept slashing into him. "AOOWHH!! STOP, BILL!! PLEASE!! AOOOOOWHH!! PLEASE!!"
"Why the _f_u_c_k_ should I stop, kid?"
"AOOOWHH!! PLEASE!! AOOOOOWHH!! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!!"
"You think you can tell me what to do, kid? You still think you're the big shot around here, don't you? Well, _f_u_c_k_ you, kid! _f_u_c_k_ you!"
..SLAP!! ..SLAP!!
"AOOOOWWHH!! _s_h_i_t_!!" Aaron yelled. "_f_u_c_k_ YOU TOO, YOU BASTARD!! _s_h_i_t_ ON YOU!!"
Bill paused. "This kid isn't learning anything from this belt. You give it to him for a while, Buz. I'm going to cut a switch."
Bill gave Buz his belt and went down to the river.
"You really want this?" Buz shrugged.
"NOOOH!!" Aaron shook his head helplessly. "Why is he doing this?"
"Because you're a dumb prick" Buz smiled. "You don't like him and you make it obvious. And you gave him the excuse he was looking for by not obeying. That wasn't smart, kid."
"Okay, so it wasn't" Aaron shrugged. "So are you going to beat me too?"
"Nah" Buz laughed. "You'll get all you want from Bill. Right, Bill?"
Bill had come back.
"And then some" Bill grinned. "This'll make you howl, kid."
Aaron looked at what Bill had brought: a green sapling cut off at the end. It was about half an inch thick and easily more than three feet long.
"Oh Jesus!" Aaron sobbed in horror. "You can't use that on me!"
"No?" Bill grinned. "Why? Because you're better than us? Or because your father is a friend of one of the owners?"
"No! Please, Bill! I don't think I can take that! That switch will really hurt me!"
Bill laughed cruelly. "You're right, kid. It will."
Aaron watched as Bill cut off its branches. "Please don't use that on me, Bill! I'm sorry if I offended you! Please!"
"Oh, you'll be sorry, alright" Bill grinned. "You'll be sorry you ever came here."
Bill took the switch far out to Aaron's left, bent the sapling into a bow and then whipped it through the air. The ..swishhh.. of its whistle was chilling.
"PLEASE, BILL!" Aaron begged, sobbing in terror now.
..swissshhh...
Aaron struggled against the rope as Bill whipped it through the air again. "PLEASE DON'T USE THAT ON ME, BILL!! PLEASE!!"
He saw Bill reach back over his head. "NOOOHH!!! PLEASE!!"
..swissshhh...
"NOOOOOOHH!!"
..WHIP!!
"AIEEEEOOOOWHHHH!!" Aaron shrieked, legs flying. "OH JESUS, THAT HURT!! AOOOOOWWHH!! JESUS!!"
Where the switch had landed, there was a line of fire across his buttocks. It felt like he'd been branded.
Bill reached back again.
"PLEASE, BILL! NOT AGAIN!! PLEASE!!"
..swissshhh...
"NOOOOOOOOHHH!!"
..WHIP!!
"AAAOOOOOOWWHHHH!! OH CHRIST!!" That was another line of fire across his buttocks. "OH MY GOD!! _s_h_i_t_!! HOLY _f_u_c_k_ING _s_h_i_t_!! OH JESUS, THAT WAS BAD!"
Bill laughed. "You feel that, don't you?"
"THAT REALLY HURT!!" The pain was just blinding. "OH PLEASE, BILL! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!"
"This is what you get from now on when you _f_u_c_k_ up, Aaron."
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!!
"AIEEEEOOWWHH! AOOWWHH!!" He was bucking into the table in agony now, utterly consumed by the electric pain of each impact.
"OH PLEASE!!" he begged. "I WON'T _f_u_c_k_ UP AGAIN! HONEST!"
"But you did, Aaron. You disobeyed my order. And you showed disrespect. You still think you can get away with that?"
..swissshhh...
"NOOOOHH!! OH GOD!!! PLEASE, BILL!!"
..WHIP!!!
"OH JESUS!!" Aaron sobbed, bucking into the table. "PLEASE, BILL! I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DISOBEY YOU OR BE DISRESPECTFUL! HONEST, I DIDN'T!"
"What a _f_u_c_k_ing liar!"
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!!
"AIEOOOOWWHHH!!" His legs flew up. "OH PLEASE!! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!! HONEST!!"
"Oh, so you did do it! You really do think we're dumb _s_h_i_t_s, don't you! You think we'll believe anything!"
"NO!! AND I'M SORRY I CALLED YOU THAT!"
"Oh, you'll be sorry, alright."
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!!
"AOOOOOWWHHHH!! PLEASE, BILL!! PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE!"
"I guess if we're dumb _s_h_i_t_s, we don't know enough to stop giving you this."
"Oh, please! I'm truly sorry! Honest!"
"I bet" Bill laughed as he reached back. "I bet you are."
..swissshhh...
"OH GOD!! NOOOOOHH!! PLEASE!!"
..WHIP!!
"AIEEOWHH! CHRIST!!"
That one slashed down where Aaron's buttocks joined his thighs, leaving another line of scalding fire.
"OH JESUS!!" Aaron shrieked, drumming his legs in agony. "_f_u_c_k_ING JESUS!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS, BILL!! I CAN'T!"
"Oh, you'll take it, kid. You'll take a lot more."
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"OWHH! OH JESUS!! JESUS!! PLEASE, BILL! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!"
Aaron's legs jerked up as he bucked on the table. Bill was moving around now, slashing the switch down all over his buttocks and thighs.
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"AOOOOWWHHH! _f_u_c_k_!" Aaron twisted and jerked, vainly trying to pull his wrists out of the rope. The switch was cutting across the welts left by previous blows now, cutting diagonally across his ass. "OH _f_u_c_k_, THAT HURT!! _f_u_c_k_!! _f_u_c_k_!!"
"That get to you?" Bill grinned. "This one will, that's for sure." He moved out in front of Aaron. "Try this!"
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"AIEEOWHH! JESUS!!" Aaron shrieked, jerking his torso up. "JESUS!! OH CHRIST!! _s_h_i_t_!! _f_u_c_k_!!"
Bill had aimed the switch down into the crack between Aaron's buttocks, slashing down into the inside of one of his thighs. The shock of the pain was electric.
"OH JESUS" he wailed. "PLEASE STOP, BILL!! PLEASE!!"
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"AOOOWHH! PLEASE!" Aaron was bucking into the table in agony.
"That's good, boy" Bill grinned. "_f_u_c_k_ the table while you get this. Seeing that ass move really turns me on!"
Bill went back to aiming into Aaron's ass crack.
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"AOOOOWWHHH!! OH GOD! GOD!!"
..swissshhh... ..WHIP!!
"AIEEOOWHHHH!!!" That last one had slashed down millimeters away from his asshole. "OH JESUS!! _s_h_i_t_!! JESUS!!" Aaron was in extreme agony now, jerking all over the table in his terror. "PLEASE, BILL!! STOP!! PLEASE!!" He was mortally afraid that Bill would hit his asshole next.
..swissshhh...
"NOOOOOHHH! NOOOOOHHH!"
..WHIP!!
"AOOOOWWHHH!!" Aaron's torso lifted right off the table. That one had slashed down over the underside of his other buttock onto the inside of his thigh. "PLEASE, BILL!!" He was almost hysterical now. "PLEASE!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE STOP!! PLEASE!!"
"God! that turns me on!" Bill laughed. "_s_h_i_t_, look at that _f_u_c_k_er move! I'm totally turned on."
Buz looked at Bill's crotch. "Christ, you sure are. You'd better stop hitting him. You're getting carried away."
"He deserves it. Look at that _f_u_c_k_ing ass move! God, that's hot!"
"I think you should stop."
"_f_u_c_k_, no! I want his ass. How about you go away somewhere for a while? I want some private time with the kid."
"No way! You're not _f_u_c_k_ing his ass."
Aaron looked at them in surprise, too shocked to say anything.
"The hell I'm not!" Bill grinned.
Aaron could see see Bill's hard-on pushing out his jeans. He realized Bill was serious.
"You can't do that!" he protested.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, kid." He started to unzip his jeans.
"Cool it!" Buz demanded angrily. "You're throwing your job away if you do that!"
"Oh, come on" Bill laughed. "I don't know why you're getting all flustered, Buz. You've had lots of pricks up your ass."
"Maybe I have. That's no reason to _f_u_c_k_ him."
"The kid's probably gay, anyway. Most college boys we get are."
Buz laughed derisively. "That's bull_s_h_i_t_, Bill."
"No, it's not! _f_u_c_k_, they like getting _f_u_c_k_ed."
Buz laughed again. "You're crazy, Bill. Ask him."
Bill grinned again and shook his head. "I don't think so. He'll just lie about it. They all do before they get _f_u_c_k_ed the first time. I'm horny as hell. And the kid has a fantastically _s_e_x_y ass."
"So what?" Buz said scornfully. "You're not _f_u_c_k_ing him now, Bill. Don't think for a minute that you can get away with that!"
"Oh, come on. There's no way he won't get _f_u_c_k_ed up in the camp, not with an ass like that. If it's not me, it'll be someone else, like Allan or Jock. So just shove off for a while and leave us alone, okay? You don't need to know about this."
Buz shook his head. "But I do know. And I don't like it. I'll report it if it happens, Bill."
Aaron found his tongue. "I'll report it too!"
"Oh, _f_u_c_k_ off!" Bill said angrily. "I'll _f_u_c_k_ you for sure, kid, somewhere else if not here. You can count on that!"
Buz smiled grimly. "You stay out of this, kid. Anything you say to Bill is just pouring gasoline on the flames." He turned back to Bill. "Go jump in the water and cool off. You don't want to do this."
"The _f_u_c_k_ I don't" Bill laughed. "And you're not going to interfere. So go _f_u_c_k_ off, okay? Go for a swim or jerk off or something. I don't want you here."
Buz shook his head again. "Go jerk yourself off, Bill. We're wasting time."
"That's an order, Buz. Go where you can't see or hear and stay there until you hear me call for you. If you don't do as I tell you, your ass will pay. Okay?"
Buz shook his head a third time. "No. I take over here and I'm taking over right now. So you do as I tell you, or there'll be hell to pay when we all get up to the base camp. Darrell will back me up, Bill. It's your ass that will pay."
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way! Do as I said!"
"No way! Like I said, I'm in charge and you'll do what I tell you. So go jerk off and then jump in the river. That's an order from me!"
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" Bill said angrily.
"I repeat what I said. I'm in charge and I just gave you an order. Go do it, or get punished."
"No way you're punishing me, kid! You don't have the strength to force me down on the table."
"You're right" Buz nodded grimly. "You won't get it here. You'll get it from Darrell. One more chance, Bill. Do what I told you!"
"_f_u_c_k_!" Bill spat. "All right, I won't _f_u_c_k_ his ass." He picked up the switch. "I'm giving him more of this."
"No, you're not. That's another order."
Bill glared at Buz. Buz looked at him implacably. Finally, Bill averted his eyes and nodded.
"Okay" he said grimly. "You win for now. But I'll get you for this."
He went down to the river and disappeared.
"Wow!" Aaron said in amazement. "You really faced him down! I guess I really owe you, Buz. Thanks!"
Buz looked at Aaron angrily. "Yeah, you sure had better thank me. It's my ass that will pay for this."
"What do you mean?" Aaron said in surprise.
"Oh, never mind. This is between Bill and me. Just do me a favor and shut up when Bill comes back. If you have to say something, show him respect. Okay?"
Aaron looked at him in bewilderment.
"That's a _f_u_c_k_ing order, kid! Okay?"
"Okay" Aaron shrugged.
"The correct answer is 'yes sir'" Buz said grimly. "Wise up, kid!"
"Yes Sir!" Aaron quickly nodded. "Sorry, Sir."
"That's better. That's one thing you'd better learn fast, kid, if you want to survive around here. When you get an order from me or anyone else up here, you say 'yes sir' and do it right away. You don't _f_u_c_k_ around questioning orders. Or looking dumb. Got it?"
"Yes Sir."
"I hope you mean it. What Bill gave you just now should have made that clear to you, kid. You screwed up. You didn't obey. That's why he was right to beat you."
Aaron bit his mouth. "Yes Sir."
"Okay. Let's wait for that stupid _f_u_c_k_er to cool off and get away. Here he comes now."
Bill looked at them grimly as he strode up. "I'm taking off now. Like you said, Buz, you're in charge now. So do what he tells you, kid. I hope you learned a lesson from what I gave you."
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded. "I certainly did, Sir."
"Good." He looked at Buz coldly. "I'll see you guys tomorrow or the day after."
"Right" Buz nodded. "Have a safe trip."
Bill nodded, swung into his saddle, and rode off.
Buz untied the rope. "You can get up now."
Aaron started to get up. Moving caused an electric shock of pain to stab out of his ass. He fell back on the table in agony.
"Are you okay, Aaron?"
"No, I'm not" he sobbed. "That switch was _f_u_c_k_ing awful."
"That's no surprise" Buz shrugged. "Your ass is bleeding. You'd better go clean that blood off before we go. Sit in the cold water for a while. You'll feel a little better."
Aaron nodded and pulled himself up. He reached back and felt the blood on his buttocks.
"I can't believe this" he sobbed, looking at the blood on his hands. "I just can't believe this."
"It happens" Buz shrugged. "Go sit in the river. I'll come with you."
Buz made Aaron sit in the glacial stream for a long time, long enough to make his ass numb.
"You a little better now?" Buz asked.
"A little" Aaron nodded. "It still hurts like hell."
"That'll pass" Buz smiled. "Swim around for a while. It'll help."
Aaron did. Actually, it would have been a shame not to. The pools were deep and clear, with strong currents close to where the water flowed over the rocks.
Buz swam too, but only for ten minutes or so. "Let's go, Aaron. Darrell will have medication we can put on your ass when we get there."
"How far will we have to ride?"
"About three to four hours, depending on how fast we go."
"God!" Aaron shook his head. "That's going to be a painful ride. I guess there's no choice, is there?"
Buz shook his head. "No. Get dressed. We'd better get moving."
The rest of the trip was not easy for Aaron. Every time the horse took a step, the motion moved Aaron's buttocks, making the pain flare up again. It was a lot worse than before. The motion kept opening up the cuts left by the switch. It wasn't as painful as getting hit by the switch, but it kept the memory of the pain starkly alive. He had to fight to keep from crying out at each step .
After an hour's ride, Buz stopped to take a break.
"You bearing up, kid?"
Aaron nodded weakly as he got down, thankful for the break. He felt the wetness of his ass, reaching back with his hands. When he saw his hands again, they were coated with blood.
"It's pretty bad?"
"It's god-awful. Look at the blood! It's coming through my jeans!"
"It'll stop" Buz shrugged. They'd stopped at a ford across another river. "You want to sit in the stream for a while? It'll help."
"Okay" Aaron shrugged listlessly.
He stripped off his boots and sat in the stream, not bothering to strip off his jeans. The cold water did make his ass numb again, but the numbness didn't last long after they started up. Riding in the wet jeans was even worse than before. By the time they'd ridden for another twenty minutes, the pain shooting out of his ass was just as bad as before.
The pain got worse and worse. The jeans kept absorbing more and more blood, sticking painfully to his buttocks as his body moved in the saddle. He kept swaying from side to side in the saddle, continuing to grind his buttocks against this jeans.
All he could think of besides the pain was the shame he felt at abasing himself before Bill and Buz. The pain kept stabbing out of his buttocks, reminding him of why he'd pleaded and begged.
He realized now, far more than after Haempel had beaten him, just how much he had to continue to abase himself to keep this job. He'd never been in a situation like this before, where he was at the absolute bottom of a hierarchy. He'd read about pecking orders in school, but never actually felt any empathy for what that meant. He sure did now!
He thought about what Bill had said too, about what the other cowboys might do to him up in the camp. He didn't know how he could protect himself if the other guys really wanted his ass.
He hunched down in the saddle, twisting from side to side in a vain attempt to find some way of sitting that was comfortable. Riding behind Buz, all he could do was to somehow survive the ride and hope that the camp would be safe. And hope that he could avoid more punishment.
He thought to himself ruefully of his father's advice. "Be sure you know what you're getting yourself into." He sure hadn't. There was a lesson there, too.
As he rode, he thought and thought again about whether he should quit and leave the ranch. He didn't see how he could do that. He needed the money too much. Besides, if he quit now, he'd need help from his father just to get home. There was no way he was going to ask his dad for help. He hunched down in the saddle and rode on.
It was another two hours before Buz and Aaron reached the top of the pass. They'd come out of the forest into a grassy meadow and had stopped beside each other, looking down into the valley they'd climbed out of. The river they'd been riding beside split into several branches below them.
Aaron looked across the river to peaks in the distance. God! he thought. If I can only survive all this, it sure would be fantastic to work in this country! He sighed deeply.
Buz looked at Aaron warily. "You've not complained. You doing okay?"
"I guess" Aaron shrugged listlessly.
"It'll get better, Aaron. The first day is always the worst. It sure was for me."
"You surely didn't get anything like what I got, did you?"
"It was pretty bad" Buz shrugged. "I was a smart-ass, just like you. Disobedient, too. But no, it was nowhere near as bad as what you got. I smartened up real fast!"
"Are you telling me it was my fault?"
"Well, you sure were a lot more stubborn that I was. I don't know whether I could have stuck it out if I'd got what you got today."
"It's not fair!" Aaron sighed. "I didn't deserve anything like what I got."
"Oh, come on, you kept asking for it, Aaron. Look at how you insulted Bill and Mr Haempel. You were flaunting your status at them, daring them to do anything to you."
"I didn't really mean to do that."
"No? Then what you did was even more stupid. At least I was smart enough to learn. The only reason I got less on my first day than you did was that I learned respect a lot faster."
"It was easier for you" Aaron shrugged.
"Why? Because I don't have your education?"
"Oh, forget it."
"No, I won't forget it. Your education isn't worth _s_h_i_t_ out here, Aaron. Neither are your father's status and connections. Not to me. Not to anyone else you'll be working with, either."
Aaron looked at him keenly. "You really think I'm a stuck-up _s_h_i_t_, don't you?"
"Actually, no" Buz grinned. "I think underneath all that, you're not so bad. You just come across that way sometimes."
"I guess I was kind of stupid" Aaron grimaced, thinking back. "You think they'll beat me for that again? I don't think I can take that, Buz."
"It depends on you" Buz shrugged. "Depends on whether you push that into them again. Think you can avoid being such an asshole?"
Aaron shrugged. "I guess so." He shook his head. "I really can't take that again, Buz. I keep thinking I'd better quit."
"Don't do that, Aaron. You're not a quitter. You'll learn."
"I don't know" Aaron shrugged, shaking his head.
"It'll get better. Believe me."
"I sure hope you're right" he sighed. "Do you think Bill's right about the other guys wanting my ass?"
Buz shrugged. "Maybe. That really depends on you."
"How?"
He shrugged again. "Do you want that?"
"God no!"
"Okay, then act like you don't. Earn their respect."
"Did Bill or the other guys ever _f_u_c_k_ you?"
Buz shrugged. "That's kind of personal, Aaron."
"Okay, sorry. But what about what Bill said back there? He said he'd find a way to _f_u_c_k_ me somewhere. Does he mean that?"
"Probably" Buz shrugged. "So what? Hasn't anybody ever tried that on you before?"
"Yeah" Aaron shrugged. "But not someone who was my boss."
"Being boss gives him no right to rape you. You surely know that."
"I guess so" Aaron said doubtfully. He looked across the valley. "How far is it still to the camp?"
"Not much further now. See those trees over there on that ridge?"
He pointed across a side valley to another ridge, maybe a kilometer away. A small creek ran down from the ridge through a gorge that lay between them, down into the river below.
"The camp's on the other side of that ridge. We go back up into the forest to get around the gorge. Once we're around it, from there on its grassland pretty much all the way."
"We're really almost there? Thank God!"
"Not much more than an hour now!" Buz grinned. "Hang in there!"
"I will."
Buz started up again. Aaron followed, gritting his teeth at the renewed pain. At least they were almost there.
Aaron wondered dully what the camp would be like, whether the regime would be as severe as Haempel had inferred. In spite of what Buz had said, he didn't see how he could stick with the job if it continued to be anything like what he'd experienced today. He shook his head and sobbed as his mind replayed the beatings he'd received.
Nothing could ever be as bad as what he'd experienced today. Or could it? In spite of Buz's optimistic words, every step closer to the camp was another step into the prison into which the ranch had turned in his mind. He grew more and more despondent as his horse plodded along behind Buz on the forest trail.
Suddenly, they rode out onto a grassy meadow between them and the ridge Buz had pointed out before. The ridge had been high above them when Aaron had seen it before. Now it was actually below them. They'd crossed the stream which became the gorge they'd had to ride around. There was nothing between them and the ridge now but meadow.
Aaron's spirits lifted as he looked down over the ridge and across the valley to the mountains beyond. This country was so fantastically beautiful!
"From here on, it's great riding" Buz grinned. "You a good enough rider to go a little faster?"
"Is that a challenge?" Aaron grinned. "Sure."
"Okay. Stay up with me. Just let your horse go and she'll follow."
Buz kicked his horse into a canter. Aaron's horse broke into a canter to follow, moving into a gallop to catch up.
"Heyyeeeee!!" Buz yelled, laughing as he moved into a gallop.
Aaron gave the horse her head, holding on to the pommel as they raced across the meadow. The ride was exhilarating. But every time Aaron's ass slammed into the saddle, it felt like it was being hit with a paddle. It was a particularly effective paddle, shaped to slam into the complete surface of Aaron's ass.
"Oh Jesus!" Aaron yelled. "OWHH! JESUS!!"
..SLAM!!
"OWHH!!" He could feel it slam against the cuts. "_s_h_i_t_!!"
..SLAM!!
"OWHH!! GOD!!" ..SLAM!!.. "OWHH!!" ..SLAM!!.. "OWHH!!"
The saddle kept slamming into him like a very broad belt, slamming into all the bruises and open cuts like he was being beaten. It wasn't so much that each slamming blow was painful, it was more that it happened so fast and didn't stop. It couldn't stop. Aaron had to let his horse gallop. He had to keep up!
It seemed to take hours to gallop across to the trees.
Aaron had some difficulty at first, but gradually felt himself moulding his movement to the horse's rhythm. But nothing lessened the pain in his ass as it kept slamming into the saddle. His cries were perfectly synchronized with the beat of the horses' hooves.
"OWHH! OWHH! OH JESUS!! OH JESUS!! OWHH!! OWHH!! OH!! OWHH!!"
He held on, continuing to give his horse free rein. He had no choice. He wasn't going to let Buz think he was a wimp.
The pain got more bearable as they kept on galloping. Aaron couldn't help being exhilarated by the speed. By the time they approached the other side of the meadow, Aaron almost didn't mind the pain.
Buz finally slowed down to a walk as they approached the trees.
"Hey!" he grinned. "Good, eh?"
"Yeah!" Aaron grinned back. "But _s_h_i_t_! That saddle is a bastard of a paddle!"
Buz laughed. "Yeah, I could hear it get to you." His laugh stopped. "You okay? Can you do that again?"
"Sure" Aaron nodded. He grinned. "The ride was worth it."
"You really liked it?"
"Oh, yeah!" Aaron grinned again. "_f_u_c_k_! Getting paddled by the saddle like that is something else, though! That has to be... God! I don't know what! It was so _f_u_c_k_ing fast!"
"Can you do it again? Once we're through the trees, it's about three kilometers down to the lake where the camp is. It's a great run, if you can handle it."
"Sure." Aaron winced as he shifted in the saddle. "I'll handle it."
When they got through the trees, suddenly a new valley opened up in front of them. The valley was mostly meadow, rising to low peaks on the other side that had previously been hidden by the ridge. Aaron saw smoke rising from a cabin by a lake in the middle of the valley below them. There were several other cabins close by.
"That's it!" Buz grinned. "Looks like dinner's already on the fire!"
Aaron was looking at the view in amazement. "What a incredible site for a camp! Is this the main back country camp?"
"Yeah. There are several satellite camps plus a bunch of campsites for guest riders, but most everybody works out of here. You ready to roll? Let's show the guys down there that you can ride."
Aaron nodded. "Okay!"
"Heeeyahhh!!" Buz shouted, spurring his horse and bolting forward. Aaron's horse bolted after him.
They galloped down a steep slope, faster than Aaron had ever ridden. He had to really hold on to avoid being thrown. But he did hold on, ass slamming into the saddle with each gallop, crying out every time.
"OWHH!! OWHH!! OH GOD!! OWW! OWHH!! CHRIST!! OWWHH!!"
The pain was worse than before because of the horse's speed, like nothing Aaron had ever experienced, constantly drumming into him with each gallop. It was so rhythmic, so regular.
"OWHH!! OWHH!! OWHH!! OWHH!! OWHH!!"
By the time they were halfway down, Aaron's ass was blazing. But the rhythm of the pain was totally different from what he'd felt when being beaten. And besides, he was inflicting it on itself, which somehow changed how he felt about it.
He held on, gritting his teeth as the pounding continued, feeling the pain as just part of the test. The saddle was slapping his balls as well as his buttocks. He kept moving in the saddle, but the slaps continued, painful but not hard enough to be unbearable.
After a while, the exhilaration of the ride made the pain recede into the background. Aaron found himself getting more and more exhilarated as they kept on galloping, excited by the thrill of the ride. The slaps on his ass and balls just made his excitement all the more electric. He moved forward on the saddle, holding onto the pommel tightly as his thighs gripped the saddle.
To his surprise, he felt his excitement manifest itself in his crotch. His prick was starting to swell up inside the left leg of his jeans. He moved in the saddle, pushing his prick down.
Through the last kilometer, his prick became hard, _f_u_c_k_ing his jeans and saddle every time his ass slammed down and forward. The motion of the gallop was unbelievably exciting now. As they galloped, he became more and more excited, cries of excitement mixing with cries of pain.
"OWHH!! JESUS!! OWHH!! _f_u_c_k_!! WOW!! OWHH!! OH WOW!!"
The pain as his ass and balls slammed into the saddle were part of his excitement now. Everything he felt transported him into higher and higher levels of excitement.
"WOW!! OH WOW!!" It felt like he was flying now. "OH WOW!!"
He was slamming hard into the saddle now, oblivious to the pain. All he could feel was the ecstasy of being on the edge as his prick kept _f_u_c_k_ing the saddle. He'd never thought that speed could be such a turn-on. _f_u_c_k_! He'd never even dreamed of anything so fantastic! He got more and more turned on with every stride.
The predictable happened just before they slowed down.
"OH WOW!! JESUS, I'M CUMMING!!" He could feel his balls tighten as they smashed against the saddle. "OH JESUS! I'M CUMMING NOW!!"
He started spurting down the length of his thigh. "WOW!! _f_u_c_k_!!" He kept spurting. "OH WOW!! CHRIST!! WHAT A _f_u_c_k_!!" He was still _f_u_c_k_ing the saddle, still spurting. "OH _f_u_c_k_!! OH WOW!! _f_u_c_k_!! OH!!"
When they finally slowed to a walk beside the lake, Aaron was totally exhausted by having come so much. He'd never cum so much or with such excitement. The inside of his left leg was drenched in jizm right down to his knee.
Buz was hilarious. "Did you just do what I think you did? You _f_u_c_k_ing came, didn't you?"
"Yeah" Aaron grinned in embarrassment. "It's all over the inside of my jeans."
"_f_u_c_k_ing _s_h_i_t_!" Buz laughed. "You really get off on this!!"
Aaron laughed. "I guess I do. That ride was _f_u_c_k_ing incredible!"
They rode for a moment. "Maybe we should stop so I can wash this _s_h_i_t_ off."
"_f_u_c_k_ no! That'll just make it more obvious. We're almost there."
The cabin was less than half a kilometer away now. They could see several guys watching them. Buz waved. The guys waved back.
The camp leader grinned as they arrived. "So this is the new guy? You sure can ride, kid. That looked real good."
Buz grinned at him. "He's Aaron, he's just out of college, and he's going to do just fine here. This is Darrell, Aaron. He's the guy who tells us all what to do up here."
Darrell waited until they'd both dismounted.
"Hi Aaron" he grinned, extending his hand.
"Hi, Darrell" Aaron smiled, taking his hand.
"_s_h_i_t_, is that what I think it is?" Darrell laughed, looking at the wet stain on Aaron's jeans. "What did you do, try to _f_u_c_k_ the horse as you galloped down?"
Aaron shrugged in embarrassment. "Something like that. I guess the excitement of the ride got to me."
"It sure must have. You not wearing anything under those jeans? It looks like you shot all the way down your thigh."
Aaron nodded shamefacedly.
"He lost them down at the base camp" Buz grinned.
Darrell laughed and turned to the other guys standing by him. "What do you think, guys? Is this kid randy enough to be a cowboy or what?"
"That sure does take the prize" one of them grinned. "I don't think I've ever seen as much jizm on a pair of jeans."
"Not from one prick, anyway" someone else laughed.
The other guys laughed too.
"He must have been storing it up for a week!" one of them grinned.
"Makes even you look small, Jack" someone else laughed.
Darrell turned to Aaron. "That's Jack, our best cook and also a prize stud." He grinned. "I guess he's got competition now."
Jack stuck out his hand. "I'm impressed!" he grinned.
"That's Allan" Darrell continued. "Buck."
"Phil."
"And Hal."
"Now you know everybody here. Take your gear in and take care of your horse. Buz can show you what to do."
"Mr Haempel sent you a letter about Aaron" Buz told him, handing him the letter Haempel had written. "I need to talk to you, too."
"Okay, I'll read it while you guys get settled in." He turned to Aaron. "Welcome to the back country, Aaron. It's great to find out you're such a good rider! You'll do just fine here!"
"Thanks" Aaron smiled. "I'm looking forward to working here."
"Good!" Darrell grinned, slapping Aaron on the shoulder. "We're glad to have you. We'll all talk more later after you've cleaned up."
"Let's go" Buz laughed. "We've got work to do, Aaron."
Buz took Aaron to the cabin and showed him an empty bunk. Then they stored their possessions and got the horses settled and fed.
"Let's go for a swim" Buz suggested. "We both need to clean up. You can wash your jeans, too."
"Okay, I'll get my swimming pants."
"_s_h_i_t_, forget that!" Buz laughed. "None of us bother with that up here. Come on, let's go. Just dive in with everything and take your clothes off in the lake. They need the cleaning as much as we do."
Aaron ran after Buz and jumped in after him.
"This is like a holiday!" Aaron grinned as he stripped everything off. "What a great camp!"
"Yeah, it is" Buz grinned. "The work can be hard up here, but this makes it worth it. Did you bring soap?"
"Down here? No."
"I'll get some."
Buz jumped out of the lake. Aaron watched his wet ass flash in the sun as he ran up to the bunkhouse.
After he came back, they washed themselves and their clothes and then climbed out of the lake. Neither the air nor the water was warm. They dried off quickly.
Darrell came down to the lake while they pulled on dry clothes.
"I'd better take a look at your ass, Aaron. I understand from Mr Haempel that you got punished fairly severly."
"I sure did" Aaron nodded. "I made the mistake of arguing with him. I guess I was a bit of a smart-ass."
"I gather that" Darrell smiled. "You'd better not do that here."
"No Sir" Aaron said fervently. "I got a very effective lesson, believe me."
"Show me" Darrell demanded. "I want to see your ass."
Aaron dropped his jeans and underpants and bent over.
"Jesus! You didn't get all that from Haempel."
"He got some from Bill on the way up" Buz volunteered. "That's what I wanted to talk about."
"What the hell did he use on him?"
"His belt. And a switch. It was a pretty standard one: a green cane, about three feet long."
Darrell looked at Aaron. "You really must have pissed him off. I suppose you were a smart-ass with him too?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded. "I guess I was."
"Well, I hope you learned something from that. You'll be working with him again." He turned to Buz. "You guys can take tomorrow off."
"Great!" Buz grinned. "We'll climb up to the peak."
"Whatever" Darrell shrugged. "Don't make it all play. Try to show him as much as you can about what he needs to know, before the two of you go off with Bill. I read what Mr Haempel had to say about you helping him on that, so do what you can for him."
He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Enjoy yourself while you can, kid. You've got some hard work coming up. And probably a lot to learn. I hope you're smart and not just a smart-ass."
"I hope so too, Sir" Aaron smiled wanly.
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[to be continued ...]