[Author's note: This story continues the description of how Aaron Goodman got introduced to life on a cattle ranch in the backwaters of western Canada. Now, riding back in a larger group with the two cowboys who raped him, he knows that he has to deal with a lot more than just learning how to rope cows.
Should he quit? The job pays unusually well and he needs the money to pay for grad school. But if he stays, can he avoid being brutalized again by the two cowboys he's working with? Can he live with his discovery that being raped turned him on? Just thinking about it while riding made him come in his jeans.
There are a lot of unresolved questions, a number of ways the story can go. Thanks go to several readers of an earlier version for suggesting better ways and for catching some glaring inconsistencies in what I'd written. Their comments are reflected in this new version. What's here and in the chapter to follow is still just one of the ways this story could go.]
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When they got back to the camp, it was early afternoon. Two cowboys Aaron hadn't met before were standing with Darrell.
"Get 'em all?" Darrell asked.
"Yeah" Bill nodded as he dismounted. "I moved them back to the east headwater."
"Took you a long time."
"They'd scattered" Bill shrugged. "Took a while to find them all. Hopefully the fences Jack built will keep them in check for a while."
"For a few days, anyway" Darrell shrugged. "How did the new kid work out?"
"Okay, I guess. We had to discipline him several times. He can't stop being a smart-ass."
"I thought we'd cured him of that." Darrell looked at Aaron. "You're supposed to be smart. How come you're not learning faster?"
Aaron was just dismounting. "Maybe it's the teachers" he shrugged, looking at Bill bitterly.
"Yeah?" Darrell smiled thinly. "Well, Bill's lessons are usually effective."
Bill laughed. "He learned to obey, that's for sure."
"He'd better have" one of the new guys said curtly. "What's the new kid's name, Darrell?"
"Aaron. Sorry about that, Rod. I forgot you guys were out when he arrived. Meet Rod and Pete, Aaron. Rod's my deputy when I'm away."
Aaron turned and extended a hand to the closest one. "Hi. You're Rod?"
"No, he is. I'm Pete."
He glanced at Aaron's jeans. "God!" he grinned. "What the _f_u_c_k_ did you do to your jeans? Can't you hold your piss?"
"It's not piss" Aaron blushed.
Darrell looked too. "I don't believe it" he laughed. "You came in the saddle again, didn't you?"
Aaron nodded, blushing deeper. The inside of his left thigh was soaked in jizm. He'd come twice while riding back to the camp: once on the trail while day-dreaming about being _f_u_c_k_ed and then a second time while galloping down to the camp from the ridge. The second time humping the saddle had really drained him.
"That's cum?" Pete laughed. "God! You shot a lot. You must be one horny guy."
"What do you expect?" Hal grinned. "He's barely out of his teens."
Rod smiled scornfully. "Does he cum in his jeans like this every time he rides?"
"Sure seems like it" Darrell shrugged. He looked at Aaron contemptuously. "You trying to show off or something?"
Aaron shrugged in embarrassment. "I couldn't help it."
"You're a _f_u_c_k_ing mess." Darrell looked at the other guys who'd ridden in. "Did he do this all the time he was with you?"
"No, but he sure came a lot" Allan grinned. "He's obsessed by _s_e_x_."
"Like you?" Buck sneered.
"Even more" Allan laughed. "He just doesn't stop."
"He sure wants everyone to know about it" Jack sneered. "What's with you, kid? I mean, the first time was funny, but this is ridiculous. Can't you jerk off in private?"
Aaron blushed. "I normally do."
"He sure didn't with us" Allan snorted. "I have a fantastic picture of him leaning back on a rock, totally naked, beating himself off while we watched. He's an amazingly _s_e_x_y kid."
Buck smiled derisively. "Sounds like he turned you on."
"He's hot, that's for sure."
"What was he doing?" Hal grinned. "Putting on a show for you?"
"You might say that" Allan laughed. "He sure knew we were watching."
"No kidding! You gay or something, kid?"
"No, I'm not. I'm not an exhibitionist, either. In spite of what these _s_h_i_t_s say."
"You'd better not be" Darrell said curtly. "Do that while paying guests are around and you'll really embarrass the ranch. You don't show off your prick around here, kid. Nor cum in your jeans in front of everybody. You do that in front of guests and you'll really get your ass burned."
Aaron smiled thinly. "I wouldn't do that."
"You'd _f_u_c_k_ing well better not. This ranch has a reputation to maintain. Embarrass the ranch and you'll pay for it, believe me."
"Don't worry. I've got a reputation to maintain, too."
"For what? Jerking off more than anybody else?"
"_f_u_c_k_ you!" Aaron said angrily.
"Where's the kid from?" Rod asked Darrell. "He acts like a teenager out of reform school."
"He's a college kid, from back east."
"Oh, one of those." Rod looked at Aaron contemptuously. "A spoiled kid. Parachuted in here by some rich dad, I suppose."
"You got it" Darrell nodded.
"He sure likes showing off" Allan grinned.
"He gay?" Pete asked.
"If he's not, he sure fooled us. He's really hungry for it."
"Sounds like he was with the right guys" Buck sneered. "He let you _f_u_c_k_ his ass?"
"If he did, I don't want to know about it" Darrell said curtly.
"You'll have to guess" Allan grinned. "I'll tell you this much, Buck. He sure kept getting turned on."
"I couldn't help it" Aaron said bitterly. "They made me do it."
"Oh, sure" Buck laughed. "Tell me another, kid."
"It's true!"
"Oh, come on" Darrell said in annoyance. "Don't lie to us. You don't get hard-ons just because someone tells you to."
"I'm not lying! Okay, so I had a hard-on. I couldn't help that. They made me get it on."
"Are you trying to tell me Bill and Allan made you jerk off? And do whatever else turned you on?"
"Yeah." He glanced at Bill's ominous smile. "Well, sort of." He looked at Bill again, remembering Bill's threats.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Darrell glared. "Either they did or they didn't. Which is it?"
Aaron looked at Bill quickly. "I guess they didn't."
"You guess?"
"Okay, they didn't." That seemed the easiest answer. "Their laughter encouraged me, Sir."
"You lied when you said they made you do it, didn't you?"
"I guess technically that's right, Sir. I didn't mean to, Sir."
"Are you playing legal games again?" Darrell asked angrily. "You lied, but didn't mean to?"
Aaron blushed. "I'm sorry, Sir. It was a mistake."
"It sure was." Darrell looked at him in contempt. "You keep making those mistakes, boy. What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."
"It had better not" he smiled grimly. "Especially when you make that sort of accusation. False accusations about that kind of thing will really get you into serious trouble."
Aaron bit his tongue. "Yes Sir."
Darrell looked at Aaron appraisingly. "Allan said he took a picture of you flaunting a hard-on while you showed off your naked body. Is that true?"
"It could be, Sir. I think he took several pictures."
"You don't know? What did you do? Close your eyes and daydream while you jerked off?"
Aaron shrugged. "Something like that, I guess."
"Doesn't sound like Bill and Allan had much to do with it. Does having an audience turn you on? Sounds like you were trying to turn them on with that performance."
"No, Sir. I wasn't." Aaron was really embarrassed. "I wasn't trying to do anything, Sir."
"You just wanted to jerk off."
"I guess so, Sir."
"Is that what you did in the saddle? Daydream about _s_e_x_?"
"I guess I did, Sir."
"You seem to daydream a lot. You'd better snap out of that, kid. You're going to have real problems around here if you don't learn to control yourself."
"Yes Sir."
"You'd _f_u_c_k_ing well better learn not to lie to me, too. Technically or otherwise. You remember what I told you you'd get for that?"
Aaron bit his lips and nodded.
"I asked you a question, boy."
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I do remember, very vividly."
"Then why did you lie to me just now? Do you like getting the switch on your ass?"
"No, Sir." Aaron shifted uncomfortably. "Like I said, Sir, it was just a mistake."
"Saying they did something when they didn't isn't just a mistake, boy. It's an attempt to mislead."
"I didn't mean it that way, Sir. Honest! I just misremembered."
"You're _f_u_c_k_ing dumb, kid, if you think I believe that. You ought to have learned to be smarter than that."
"Yes Sir."
Darrell looked at Bill. "He lied when he was with you, too?" Bill nodded. "You switched him for that?"
"Sure" Bill shrugged. "Like you told us to do."
"It doesn't seem to have had much effect. You can't have given him much."
"I think we gave him a lot. I can't help it if he doesn't learn."
"Oh, he'll learn" Darrell smiled grimly. "We'll see to that."
Aaron looked at him fearfully. "I did learn, Sir. Honest!"
"What kind of bull_s_h_i_t_ is that?" Darrell asked in exasperation. "You haven't learned at all, boy. You lied to Bill and you lied to me."
"No, I didn't, Sir. Well, not to Bill, anyway."
"Then why did he switch your ass?"
Aaron looked at Bill and bit his lip, afraid to say more.
"I asked you a question, boy."
"I don't know, Sir." Aaron couldn't think of anything better to say. He looked at Darrell in dismay, realizing he was digging himself in deeper. "I'm sorry, Sir. I should have kept my mouth shut."
"Sounds like he'd better get it again" Rod smiled. "He doesn't remember a thing."
Oh, I remember, Aaron thought to himself, looking at Bill bitterly. It's just that I also remember what Bill said he will do to me if I talk about what actually happened.
"I think you're right" Darrell nodded. "I'm amazed. He still hasn't learned to answer questions truthfully, in spite of all the punishment he's received for that. Have you still got the switch you used on him, Bill?"
"Yeah. It's with the strap you lent me. You want me to get it?"
"Sure. Get the strap, too." He smiled at Aaron disdainfully. "I want an honest answer to my question, boy."
Aaron couldn't think of anything safe to say. "I don't have a better answer, Sir."
"What did he lie about, Buz?"
"I don't know, Sir. I wasn't there. I'd been sent back for more fence wire."
"Oh, right, I remember. So you weren't there when he got punished."
Buz shook his head. "No, I wasn't."
"Did you see him jerk off?"
"Just on the trail. I think he came again when we galloped down."
"Is that right, kid?"
"I guess I did" Aaron shrugged. "You know about as much as I do."
"Don't be such a _f_u_c_k_ing smart-ass. You really do want your ass punished, don't you?"
"No Sir!" Aaron said quickly, cursing himself for not being more careful. "I apologize, Sir. I just meant that Buz is probably right."
"Probably? Is there any doubt?"
Aaron squirmed in embarrassment. "No Sir."
"Then why did you imply there was?"
"I shouldn't have, Sir. I'm sorry."
"You'll be _f_u_c_k_ing sorry, alright, if you keep this up." He looked at Bill. "Was he this much of a smart-ass with you?"
"Yeah, even more" Bill nodded. "He was really asking for punishment."
"What a liar!" Aaron murmured to himself.
"You said something?" Darrell asked curtly.
"No Sir."
Darrell looked at him coldly. "You'd better not lie to me, boy."
"No Sir" Aaron nodded quickly.
Darrell kept looking at him. "It looks like whatever you gave him was nowhere near enough to make him wise up, Bill. You should have given him a lot more."
"I guess you're right" Bill shrugged. He looked at Aaron and smiled. "I'll remember that next time I punish him."
"_f_u_c_k_ing pervert!" Aaron murmured bitterly.
Darrell smiled ominously. "You want to say that out loud, boy?"
"No, Sir. I wasn't talking to anybody, Sir."
Darrell looked at Rod. "He's really asking for it."
"Yeah" Rod nodded grimly. "He keeps talking like a slick lawyer. It really pisses me off when these smart-ass college students think we're too dumb to see through their lies and evasions. They think they're so _f_u_c_k_ing superior that they can get away with anything."
"He's not that bad" Jack intervened. "He just can't help being a smart ass."
"Oh yeah?" Darrell snorted. "Well, he'd better help it, and soon, Jack. If he doesn't shape up fast, he's out of here. It really pisses me off to see he's learned so little."
"He sure needs a wake-up call" Rod said grimly.
"Yeah, he does" Darrell nodded. "Where's that strap, Bill?"
"Here. You want me to use it on him?"
"No, give it to Rod." He looked at Rod. "Maybe you and Pete can make him understand what he'll get if he keeps _f_u_c_k_ing up."
"You want us to do that now?" Rod asked.
"Why not?" Darrell smiled. "The sooner the better."
"But Sir!" Aaron interjected in shock. "What did I do?"
"You pushed your luck too far, kid. You've got to understand that we mean it when we tell you to say nothing but the truth. If you can't answer a question, just tell us. Don't try lies or evasions."
"I didn't think I did, Sir."
"No? Well, that's what it sounded like to me. You're still thinking like a smart-ass instead of thinking smart."
"He should get the switch" Rod said grimly.
"He will. You can strap him for being a smart-ass while these guys take care of the horses. And while Bill gets a fresh switch for teaching him to tell the truth."
"But Sir!" Aaron protested. "This isn't fair! I didn't lie to you!"
"Fine. Then this will be a warning not to piss me off like this. You're working for me, kid, not the other way around. Would you rather I just fire you?"
"No Sir!" Aaron said in shock.
"Then take it on your ass and learn." He looked at the crew. "What are you guys gawking at? Why aren't you taking care of the horses?"
"We're on our way, Sir" Hal said placatingly. "Let's go, guys."
"That's not fair!" Allan grinned. "I want to see him get it on his ass."
"You got a hard-on for him again?" Buck laughed.
Allan laughed too. "I will when I see that, that's for sure."
Darrell smiled derisively. "Go get your horses taken care of. The faster that's done, the more you'll see."
"How about letting me help give it to him?"
"Maybe. We'll see about that when you're back."
Allan grinned at the others. "Let's go. I've got a date."
Rod looked at Allan contemptuously as everybody but Pete and Bill led the horses away. "Talk about a horse's ass."
"Allan?" Darrell smiled. "He's harmless. And his work's okay."
"He's a _f_u_c_k_ing gay" Rod sneered. "He probably did get his prick into the kid, if the kid's as gay as the guys think."
"I'm not gay" Aaron said quietly.
"It was Allan who said the kid's gay" Pete shrugged.
"Yeah, well it takes one to know one. Did his prick turn you on, kid?"
Aaron looked at him angrily. "Whether it did or not is none of your _f_u_c_k_ing business."
"The kid's right" Darrell nodded. "Knock it off, Rod."
Pete looked at Aaron appraisingly and smiled. "He did get it in, didn't he?"
"_f_u_c_k_ you!"
"I said knock it off" Darrell said impatiently. "What the kid does with his ass is his own business."
"Yeah, okay" Pete laughed, still looking at Aaron keenly. "You're his kind of kid, that's for sure."
Aaron shrugged curtly. "Whatever that's supposed to mean. Anyway, that's not my thing."
"You just get your kicks from jerking off?" Rod sneered.
"Whatever" Aaron shrugged derisively. "What do you get your kicks from? Beating kids?"
"Sure. If by kids you mean boys like you who need training."
"Speaking of which" Darrell grinned. "Are you guys going to do it? Or just keep talking about it?"
"Oh no" Rod grinned. "Most definitely, no. Allan's right about one thing. Making this dumb kid learn not to be a smart-ass is a challenge that will turn anyone on."
"He sure has been asking to get it" Pete grinned. "You want us to strap him just for that?"
"Hell, no! For jerking off in public, too. We might as well teach him a lesson about that."
Aaron looked at Darrell fearfully. "You don't need to teach me anything, Sir! I wouldn't embarrass you."
"No? But you think you can jerk off in public and get away with it, don't you? I suppose you think you can just grin your shy little gay boy smile and tell us you can't help it."
"No Sir. I wouldn't do that, Sir! And didn't!"
"You're lying again, boy. Isn't that your cum on your jeans?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron answered grimly. "I apologized for that already, Sir."
"You think that an apology excuses you?" Darrell glared. "I've had it with all your excuses, kid." He pointed to a nearby picnic table. "Take off your clothes and get over that table."
"But Sir..."
Aaron's voice trailed off as he looked at Darrell's expression.
Darrell looked at him coldly. "I thought he learnt obedience from you, Bill."
"I thought he had" Bill shrugged. "I guess he needs another lesson about that, too."
Darrell smiled grimly. "He obviously does. You haven't learned a _f_u_c_k_ing thing since you've been here, have you, kid?"
Aaron shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do what you tell me."
"Then why are you standing there? Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"
"No Sir."
"You're still standing and fully clothed."
"I'm sorry, Sir." Aaron knelt down to take off his boots. "I didn't mean to disobey, Sir."
"You're lying" Darrell said angrily. "You're insolent and insubordinate. And you're a _f_u_c_k_ing embarrassment. You _f_u_c_k_ing well know what you'll get for that, kid." He looked at Aaron scornfully. "I don't understand you, kid. What the hell's wrong with your mind?"
"I said I'm sorry, Sir."
"Stop saying you're sorry! You think that excuses disobedience? It doesn't around here, boy. You don't disobey orders and then pretend you're sorry. You obey."
"Yes Sir. I said I will, Sir."
"Then why haven't you? You're still _f_u_c_k_ing around. Why the hell aren't your clothes off?"
"I'm doing that, Sir!" Aaron protested fearfully. "I'm trying to take these boots off."
"You're daydreaming again. Either that or you're willfully slow. Either way, boy, you'll get your ass blistered. And you'll get a whole lot more if you're not over that table in a few seconds."
Aaron tried to undo his laces faster. "I'm doing the best I can, Sir. This lace is stuck."
"Then get it unstuck. Why the hell are you wearing those _f_u_c_k_ing work boots? Is that lace untied yet?"
"No Sir! I've almost got it, Sir!"
"What do you mean, 'almost'? I'm tired of your _f_u_c_k_ing games, boy. Leave those _f_u_c_k_ing boots! Get up, drop your jeans and bend over."
"I'm really almost done, Sir" Aaron begged, finally stripping off one of his boots. "I have one off now."
"Do what the _f_u_c_k_ I tell you! Give me that switch, Bill."
"Here." Bill handed it to him.
Darrell slashed the switch across Aaron's ass, down onto the side of his thigh. "You're still not doing what I tell you!"
"OH, PLEASE!" Aaron wailed, stumbling forward in surprise.
Darrell hit him again, down across his upturned ass.
"AIEEEOOOOWWHHHH!!" Aaron shrieked. That blow had hit hard.
The switch was a half-inch thick cane, long and heavy enough to hit hard and still green enough to be supple. And Darrell was angry, hitting Aaron as hard as he could. Even through the protection of his jeans, the pain was electric.
"I SAID I'LL DO IT!" Aaron screamed. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, SIR!! PLEASE!!!"
Another slash, this time down down between his legs.
"OOOWWWHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked again, jerking forward onto his hands. "PLEASE, SIR!! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
The switch slashed into him again just as he started to push himself up, slashing into the underside of his buttocks. The impact was so hard that it knocked him forward onto his knees.
"OH, PLEASE!" Aaron pleaded, crying out in pain as another blow slashed into him. "PLEASE SIR! LET ME GET UP!!"
"Then get up!" Darrell barked, slashing into Aaron again.
"PLEASE!! I'M TRYING TO!!"
"What an asshole!" Darrell sneered. "Grab him, guys. Get him over the table and pull those jeans down."
Rod and Pete grabbed Aaron's shoulders and dragged him to the nearby picnic table. They pulled him over the end and held him down. Bill unzipped Aaron's jeans and pulled them off Aaron's ass.
"PLEASE SIR!!" Aaron wailed as Darrell reached back, really frightened now. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO DISOBEY! PLEASE!!"
"AOOOOWWWWHHHH!!" He screamed as the switch slashed into his naked ass, leaving a line of fire on his buttocks. "OH PLEASE!!"
"_f_u_c_k_ing asshole!" Darrell sneered, reaching back and swinging again.
"AAIEEEEEHHHH!!!" Aaron's legs flew up. His buttocks still burned from the welts left by what Bill had given him, still raw two days after. The switch had whipped into them like a rapier.
"OH JESUS, SIR!! THAT HURT! THAT REALLY HURT!!"
"I _f_u_c_k_ing well hope so. You're as stubborn as a mule."
"AAOOOOOWWWWWHHHHH!!!" Another blow slashed into him, this time cutting into one of his thighs. "OH PLEASE!! PLEASE STOP, SIR! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
"AAARRGHHHHHH!!" Another blow. By now, Aaron was jerking wildly, desperately trying to escape. Rod and Pete still held his shoulders down. "OH _f_u_c_k_, THAT HURT!!"
"OOOOWWWHHHH!!!" Another one. "OH JESUS!!"
Each time the switch cut into him, it left another white-hot line on Aaron's ass.
"AIEEEOOOOWWWRGHHHHH!!" Aaron shrieked in agony as the switch slashed down between his legs, raking down the inside of his left thigh. The pain from that blow was blinding.
The blows came fast and furious now, landing all over Aaron's buttocks and thighs. Aaron was shrieking and sobbing wildly, jerking and twisting on the table as the switch kept slashing into him.
Finally, Darrell stopped. "You going to obey me now, boy?"
"Oh, yes Sir!" Aaron wailed, sobbing raucously from the pain. "Please don't give me any more!"
"Let him go."
Rod and Pete stepped away.
"Get up off the table, boy. Take your clothes off. And make it fast this time, or you'll get double the dozen I just gave you."
Aaron rushed to kneel down and get his other boot off.
"Faster!" Darrell shouted, slashing the switch across Aaron's naked ass. "Can't you do anything we tell you?"
"OOOWWHHHH!! JESUS!!!" Aaron screamed. "I AM, SIR!! I AM!!"
"The _f_u_c_k_ you are" Darrell sneered, slashing into Aaron again. "Get those _f_u_c_k_ing clothes off!"
"I'M DOING THAT, SIR!!" Aaron screamed, ripping off the boot.
Another slash. "HONEST, I AM!!"
He jumped up and stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, throwing them on the ground.
"Socks, too!"
"Yes Sir!" Aaron sobbed, pulling the socks off.
"Now get back on the table."
"Please don't beat me again, Sir!"
"You think you can disobey me and not get punished? You're _f_u_c_k_ing provocative, boy. Get down on the table fast. And this time, hold yourself down."
Aaron threw himself down over the end of the table, sobbing in terror as he held onto its sides. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Sir! Honest, I am."
"Yeah?" Darrell said absently. "I guess you are."
He stared at the sobbing boy, seeing the number of old and new welts on his buttocks. "You really did give it to him, Bill."
"Yeah, I needed to. You weren't too stingy yourself, Sir."
Darrell came up behind Aaron and felt all over his buttocks.
"I'm really surprised you haven't learned faster from all this, boy. What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, Sir" Aaron sobbed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I really am."
"I'm sure you are. You certainly are going to be. Didn't we have a conversation about immediate obedience before you went off with Bill and the others?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron nodded fearfully. "We did."
"Oh, good! You do remember! I was beginning to think nothing ever registered. Why didn't you obey me when I told you to get over the table?"
"I honestly don't know, Sir. I know it was wrong. I promise I'll obey from now on!"
"You made that promise before, kid. You must like getting your ass beaten."
"No Sir, I don't."
"Feel his ass, Rod. He got more than I'd realized from Bill. What do you think?"
Rod felt all over. "I don't feel any lumps or hard bruises." He slapped one of Aaron's buttocks hard, smiling at Aaron's sudden yelp of pain. "He can take what's coming to him."
"Good. Whatever Bill did, it obviously wasn't enough."
"Maybe he's keen on the kid too" Pete sneered.
"Oh sure" Bill grinned. "I really held back on you, kid, didn't I?"
"You were brutal" Aaron sobbed. "A brutal _f_u_c_k_ing pervert."
Pete laughed. "You sure didn't teach him respect, Bill."
"Yeah" Darrell sneered, looking at Bill scornfully. "You did a _s_h_i_t_ty job of training him."
Bill shrugged. "It's not my fault if he doesn't learn."
"Maybe. And maybe you're just too incompetent to keep on as a crew chief. Give Bill the strap, Rod. Let's see if he can hit hard enough this time to impress the kid."
Bill took the strap out to Aaron's side. "Oh, I'll impress him" he smiled grimly. "He knows what I can do with this."
Aaron did. "OH PLEASE, SIR!" he begged. "NOT FROM HIM! PLEASE!!"
He peed in fear as Bill reached back, peeing over the struts under the table. "NOOOOHHHH!! PLEASE!!"
"_f_u_c_k_!" Darrell cried angrily. "Look what that filthy kid just did!"
"What do you expect?" Rod sneered. "Look how he cums in his jeans."
"Okay, that does it" Darrell said grimly. "Beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of him, Bill. Give him twenty blows for disobedience and another ten for peeing on the table."
"NOOOOHHH!!" Aaron wailed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"You complaining, kid? That's another ten." He looked at the other two. "What's that? Forty?"
"Yeah" Rod nodded. "You really want Bill to give him that much?"
"Yeah, I've had it with this kid. He's wasting too much of our time." He looked at Aaron in disgust. "If he doesn't learn from his lesson, I'll tell Mr Haempel to fire him."
"OH SIR!" Aaron wailed in shock. "I'LL LEARN WHAT I HAVE TO LEARN!"
"Maybe you should fire him anyway" Rod said. "He's not worth all this."
"No, I'll give him one more chance to learn. He's getting forty from Bill. Then, after Bill's done, you guys give him the same. Another twenty-five for jerking off in his jeans and the rest for being a smart-ass. Maybe that will be enough to teach him something."
"OH, SIR!! PLEASE!!! IT'S TOO MUCH!!"
"Complaining again?" Darrell smiled. "You really do want it, don't you?"
"No Sir" Aaron said quickly, sobbing in fear.
"You just lied to me again. You think I'm an idiot? Or do you just think I don't have ears?"
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to complain."
"But you did, so don't tell me you didn't. You think twenty-five is too much for jerking off in public, do you?"
"Not if you say so, Sir."
"That's good, because that's what you're going to get. That's just a small sample of what you'll get if you ever do that again, kid. You heard what I said about embarrassing the ranch?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron sobbed.
"Your ass will get blistered every day for a week if you do that. Maybe every day for two weeks. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
Darrell turned to Rod. "You guys can alternate with Bill. Give him twenty-five at a time."
"You want us to give him fifty now?" Pete said in surprise.
"Yeah, twenty-five from each of you. The extra ten is for complaining again. Like I said, I've had it with the kid. After you're done with giving him that, he'll get the switch for lying."
"Oh, please!" Aaron was crying in terror now, totally shocked by what Darrell had ordered. "Please Sir! I can't take that much!"
"You should have thought of that before you pissed me off, kid. Show me how hard you can hit him, Bill."
"Oh, please, Sir!" Aaron watched Bill reach back again. "PLEASE!!"
"AIIEEEEOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!"
Bill had swung harder than he'd ever swung before, harder than any blow he'd smashed into Aaron's ass two days earlier. The strap smashed across the underside of Aaron's buttocks like a red-hot sword, searing the flesh raised by the welts left by the switch.
"OH JESUS!!" Aaron wailed. "_f_u_c_k_ING JESUS, THAT HURT!!"
Bill swung into him again.
"AIEEEOOOOWWRGHHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked, jumping up in shock. The strap had slashed right on top of where the first blow had landed.
"OH GOD!!" he bawled, reaching back to hold his throbbing ass. "PLEASE STOP THIS, SIR!! PLEASE, SIR!!! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!!"
"Get the _f_u_c_k_ down!" Darrell demanded. "Start over every time he does that, Bill."
"OH PLEASE, SIR!! PLEASE!!!" Aaron was still standing, sobbing in pain and terror.
"I told you to get down, boy. You want even more punishment for disobedience?"
"No Sir" Aaron sobbed, getting back down on the table. "But I can't take this, Sir. I really can't!"
"Then you shouldn't have disobeyed me." He nodded to Bill. "You're getting through to him, Bill. Keep smashing it into him."
"I sure will" Bill grinned, reaching back.
"AAOOOOWWHHHH!!" Aaron screamed as that blow landed.
Bill reached back and swung again.
"OOOOWWWHHHH!!!" Aaron's torso jerked up. "OH JESUS!! JESUS!!" The strap had slashed into him on almost the same spot. "_f_u_c_k_ING JESUS!!" He reached back and grabbed his ass. "_f_u_c_k_, THAT HURTS!! _f_u_c_k_!!! _f_u_c_k_!!!"
"Stop swearing, kid" Darrell demanded harshly. "And keep your hands in front and that ass down. If you reach back again, we'll tie you down and give you even more on your ass."
"OH PLEASE, SIR!! I CAN'T HELP IT, SIR!! IT HURTS SO MUCH!"
"That's your problem. You want us to tie you down?"
Aaron shook his head, clenching the sides of the table to control himself. "I'll hold on."
"Okay. See that you do." He nodded to Bill.
Another blow. "AAOOOOWWHHHH!!!" Aaron moaned, closing his eyes as he fought to keep from shouting out. That one had been really bad, smashing into the crease between his buttocks and thighs.
And another. "NOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" Aaron gripped the table fiercely. "PLEASE STOP THIS, SIR!!" he pleaded desperately. "PLEASE, SIR!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!"
"Oh, you'll take it, boy. Your ass is going to hurt a hell of a lot more than this by the time we're through with you today."
"OH, PLEASE!!!"
Bill swung again. "AAAARRGHHHH!! OH JESUS!!"
And again. "OOOWWWWHHHHH!!" Aaron wailed. "PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!"
"You can plead all you like, boy. It won't change a thing. You're getting your ass blistered."
"OH PLEASE!! IT'S ALREADY BLISTERED! PLEASE!!"
"Nothing like what it's going to be, boy." He nodded to Bill, who'd moved out in front of Aaron's shoulder.
"AIEEEEOOOWWHHHHH!!!!" Aaron's torso jerked up in agony as the strap slashed down between his legs onto the underside of one of his buttocks. "OH JESUS, SIR!!" The pain stabbing out from his buttocks was blinding in its intensity.
Aaron sobbed in agony. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS, SIR!! I REALLY CAN'T!!"
"You don't have a choice, boy. Not unless you want to quit your job. Is that what you want to do?"
"No Sir! But it's too much, Sir!" He was gripping the table hard. "Please!! It really is!!"
"You tell us what you want, kid. If you want to quit, we'll stop this now and not waste more time on you. If you want to stay, you're going to learn a lesson today, a lesson that hopefully you won't forget. What do you want to do?"
Aaron shook his head as he sobbed. "I want to stay, Sir."
"All right, then brace up and take what's coming to you. Maybe this time you'll finally learn to take us seriously."
"I do already, Sir!" Aaron sobbed. "Honest!! I really do!"
"Good. We're going to make sure of that."
Darrell nodded to Bill. Bill swung again.
"OH JESUS!!" Aaron moaned, sobbing in fear. His legs flew up as the strap smashed into him. "AAOOOOWWRGHHH!!!" he howled, barely keeping from jumping up. "OH, JESUS, SIR!!"
Bill swung into him again. "AIEEEEOOOWWHHH!!"
Bill's blows were hitting all over. His next blow slashed down beside his asshole, smashing into the cheek of his right ass and then down onto the inside of that thigh. Where it landed, the switch had left an ugly welt that exploded in pain when the strap smashed into it.
"AIEEEEEEHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked in agony, feet drumming on the ground. "OH _f_u_c_k_!! _f_u_c_k_!! _f_u_c_k_!!"
"AOOOOOWWHHHHH!!!" Another blow, this one even more painful. "CHRIST!!! OH _f_u_c_k_!!!" That one had landed on his other cheek, even closer to his asshole. "_f_u_c_k_ING CHRIST, SIR!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE!" He could barely hold himself down. "JESUS!!! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP HIM, SIR!! PLEASE!!!"
"You're swearing again, boy. Complaining, too. I told you not to do that."
"I'M SORRY!" Aaron wailed. "I CAN'T HELP IT!"
"That's too bad, boy. That means you've got something else to learn."
He raised his hand to stop Bill as he reached back for another blow.
"You swore after I told you not to, boy. That's another disobedience, so that means more punishment."
"OH PLEASE DON'T, SIR!!"
"I told you not to complain, too. You know what punishment you get each time you disobey?"
"OH, PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE!"
"You're getting another twenty, boy. Another twenty on your ass."
"NOOOOHH!! PLEASE!!!"
"You gotta learn, kid. Every time you disobey, your ass gets more. Because that's the second time today, you'll get that twenty twice. Once from Bill and a second time from Rod and Pete."
"NOOOOHH!!! PLEASE, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!"
"That's sixty from Bill now. Seventy from Rod and Pete."
"PLEASE!! YOU MUSTN'T DO THIS!! YOU CAN'T!!!"
"You want even more? Is that why you're complaining?"
"NO SIR" Aaron sobbed. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE!"
"You know what you get when you complain, boy. You just earned another ten on your ass. Rod and Pete can add that onto what they're giving you."
"NOOOOHH!!!" Aaron sobbed in shock. "OH PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE!!"
"Stop complaining, boy, or you'll get more."
"I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! I WANT TO QUIT!"
"I gave you that choice earlier, boy. You're not quitting now until we finish this."
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!"
"We _f_u_c_k_ing well can. And we _f_u_c_k_ing well will, even if we have to tie you down to do that. Is that what you want, boy?"
Aaron shook his head, sobbing hopelessly. "PLEASE, SIR!! IT'S...." Aaron bit his tongue.
"Another complaint?"
"No, Sir" Aaron sobbed.
"You're sure?" Darrell sneered. "You've only upped what you're getting to sixty now from Bill and forty each from these other two guys. How about making it sixty from everybody? Do you want that?"
"No Sir! Oh, please!!"
"That's what you'll get if I hear one more complaint. Start over, Bill. Every time he uses foul language or jerks up off the table, start over and increase the count. He's going to learn to take these punishments properly."
"Oh, Sir!" Aaron wailed.
"You understand the rules, boy?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron moaned, sobbing in helpless fear.
"Give him twenty at a time, Bill. He's getting forty from each of the others now, so you guys can alternate in batches of twenty."
"Sure" Bill smiled. "How about letting Allan give him some of the batches I'm to give him?"
"You getting tired already?" Darrell sneered.
"Sixty more is a lot. Besides, Allan's got powerful arms and hits hard. Isn't that right, kid?"
Aaron just sobbed.
"Answer his question, boy."
"Yes, he does" Aaron sobbed. "He really gets off on it!"
Bill laughed. "The kid's right. Allan loves doing it, especially to this kid. He really gets off on beating the kid's ass."
"And you don't?" Pete grinned.
Bill laughed again. "I didn't say that." He reached back and swung.
"NOOOOHH!!!" Aaron shrieked, legs flying as Bill's blow landed. "AIEEEEOOOWWHHH!!!"
Bill reached back again. "NOOOOOHHHH!!!" Aaron wailed. "PLEASE!! PLEASE!!"
"AAOOOOOWWWHHHH!!" Aaron jerked up in agony as that blow slashed between his legs, wrapping around the inside of his left thigh. "OH JESUS!! JESUS!! _f_u_c_k_ING JESUS!!"
"Start over for swearing?" Bill asked Darrell.
"Yeah. And up it to twenty-five. The kid knows the rules."
"NOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" Aaron shrieked. "OH GOD! NOOOHH!!"
"You asked for it, kid."
"OH GOD!" Aaron sobbed. "GOD!"
Bill's next blow slashed into him even more painfully. Somehow, Aaron managed to keep from jerking up or swearing. Bill had really laid it into him.
"OH GOD!" Aaron moaned, trying to suppress his cries.
Aaron finally had learned enough to keep from earning another restart. But the pain he was experiencing was almost unbelievable. He closed his eyes as he forced himself to stay in control.
Somehow, he kept himself down as the blows kept smashing down on him. But the agony of the pain was almost impossible. By the time Bill had given Aaron the full twenty-five blows, Aaron was a total mess, shrieking and sobbing hysterically as he twisted in agony on the table.
"We'd better give him a break" Rod suggested when Bill stopped.
"Yeah" Darrell nodded. "He's not taking this half as well as the last punishment he got from me. Maybe we should postpone some of this. Let's leave Pete and Bill with him while we talk about it."
He and Rod walked over to the fence and talked quietly.
By the time Aaron's cries had diminished to more normal sobs, the other guys had returned from taking care of the horses.
"God!" Buck stared. "He's really been getting it!"
"That's just the start" Pete grinned. "He's hardly got anything yet."
"How much did he get so far?"
"Oh, just the first batch with the strap. Bill gave him twenty-five or so."
"That's all?" Hal said in surprise. "It looks like a hell of a lot more than that. Looks like he got some with the switch, too."
"Yeah, Darrell gave him that earlier."
"I thought you guys were holding off on that until we got back" Allan said sourly.
"Oh, he'll get more of the switch. He's still not been punished for lying. He's getting a lot more of the strap, too."
"How much more?" Buz asked.
"Another forty from Bill, plus twice that from Rod and me. Plus the switching he's got coming for lying, of course."
"That's way too much" Buz said grimly.
"Well, that's what he's getting" Pete shrugged. "The kid really pissed Darrell off."
Buz went over to where Darrell and Rod were standing.
"You've got to stop" he told them. "You're giving him too much. The kid can't take it."
"You want some of it yourself?" Rod said sarcastically.
"If that's what it takes to make you stop, yes. I'm serious about this, Sir. He was brutalized by Bill out on the trail. He can't take what you're giving him."
Darrell looked at him warily. "What do you know about it? You weren't there."
"He told me about it. And showed me what he got, the day after. What Bill and Allan gave him on his ass was brutal and way out of bounds. I think they raped him, too."
"Did he tell you that?"
"Not in so many words. But I'm pretty sure. My guess is they beat him until he let them _f_u_c_k_ him and then told him they'd do it again if he ever talked about it. I think that's why he's not answered your questions about what happened."
"It would explain why he was so adamant in not answering" Darrell said to Rod.
"If it happened" Rod shrugged.
"I think it did, Sir" Buz insisted. "They've done that before."
"To whom? To you?"
Buz was silent for a moment. "Yeah. Among others."
"When?" Rod asked skeptically. "I think you're making this up."
"No, I'm not. They did it to me soon after I got here. And several times since. Always out on the trail, some place where no one else is around."
"That was with you?" Darrell asked.
"Yeah. But they've done that with other new kids, too."
"Do you know that for a fact?" Rod asked.
"No. Most of them wouldn't talk about it. But I'm pretty sure."
"How come you've never said anything to us about it?"
"Because it's not something that can ever be proved. Especially with other victims not talking about it. Would you fire Bill and Allan on the basis of a single unsupported accusation?"
"Probably not" Darrell shrugged. "But what about medical evidence?"
"Several days after it happens? Come on!"
Rod looked at Buz distrustfully. "If what you say is true, how come other kids haven't complained?"
Buz shrugged. "What's the point? You wouldn't do anything. And they know what Bill and Allan would do to them."
"Oh, come on. Surely they'd know we'd protect them."
Buz laughed bitterly. "Sure. Go confront Bill and Allan with what I've just told you about them and see how long it is before I get my ass beaten."
Darrell nodded. "Buz has a point, Rod."
"So why is he telling us now?"
"To make you stop giving it to Aaron" Buz answered. He shrugged. "I'm taking a risk. But sometimes you have to." He looked at Darrell earnestly. "The kid really can't take it, Darrell. You'll drive him out, make him quit."
Darrell nodded. "Rod and I came to the same conclusion earlier. But thanks for intervening. And don't worry. We'll keep this talk confidential."
He looked at Buz again and grimaced. "No thanks for what you just told me about Bill, though. What do you expect me to do about it?"
"Nothing" Buz sighed. "Not with just me telling you this. Like I said, there's no proof. Just my unsupported word. There's nothing you can do about it, except watch them carefully."
"You're really serious about this? You didn't just accuse them to save a friend's ass? I know you guys like each other."
"Yeah, that's right. We do. That's why my accusation isn't worth _s_h_i_t_."
Darrell looked at him for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, you're right." He thought for a moment more. "Bill and Allan do it as a team?"
"Yeah, when they're alone. Alone with a kid, I mean. They feed off each other, goad each other on."
Darrell nodded. "Well, that's one thing that can be changed." He looked at Buz again. "How come you left the kid alone with them?"
"Cowardice" Buz shrugged. "I chickened out. Bill threatened to punish me for disobedience when I argued with him and didn't leave. I knew he'd do it if I didn't obey."
Rod looked at him compassionately. "That's not cowardice, Buz."
"I think it was. I knew he was at risk."
Darrell pursed his lips. "You think the kid is at risk here in camp?"
"I don't think so. Not if I stick with him and you guys watch out. Besides, so far as I know, Bill and Allan have only done it out on the trail, well away from everybody."
"What do you think, Rod?"
Rod shrugged. "Buz is right, Darrell. There's not much else we can do, other than to keep a watch out."
"We could get the kid moved down to the ranch."
"That's just postponing things."
"Well, we can't just leave this. I'll talk to Mr Haempel about it. He's coming up here with a couple more new kids in a few days." He suddenly smiled. "Tell you what. You and Pete take Buz and Aaron both out with you when you do an inspection tour of the guest camps. That'll get these guys out of here until Haempel arrives. You were due to do that tour in a few days anyway."
"Good idea" Rod nodded. "First thing tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, why not? The sooner, the better. Let's go back and tell the kid."
Aaron watched them fearfully as they returned.
Darrell looked at him appraisingly. "You learn anything from what you got just now, boy?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron said fearfully.
"You know what you've still got coming to you?"
Aaron nodded in terror. "Please don't give me that, Sir!"
"You disobeyed and were insolent, boy. And need to learn to keep your prick out of sight."
"I know that, Sir. I'll obey. And I won't be insolent again, I promise!"
"Last time you said that, you broke your promise within days. Why should I believe you this time?"
"I won't do that again, Sir! Please believe me, Sir!"
"Do you still want to quit?"
"No, Sir" Aaron sobbed. "I really don't want to do that."
"You think we can trust you to shape up?"
"Oh yes, Sir! Please give me a chance, Sir!"
"What about your exhibitionist streak? You going to do that again?"
"No Sir! I'll never do that! Honest!"
Darrell looked at Aaron steadily. "Okay, boy, I'm going to risk taking you at your word. I'm going to suspend the rest of your punishment for now."
"Oh, thank you, Sir!" Aaron sobbed. "Thank you!"
"You're really not going to give him any more?" Bill asked in surprise.
"That's right. We'll let it ride for a while and see if he does shape up."
Bill snorted. "That's sure a leap of faith!"
"Maybe so. It'll be up to you, boy."
"Oh, yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"
"It's only a suspension, boy. You'll get the full amount if you ever step out of line again. Understand?"
"Yes Sir! I'll shape up, Sir. I really will!"
"You'd better. We expect perfect, instant obedience from now on. No complaints, no back talk. No smart-ass talk or behavior."
"Yes Sir! Oh, thank you so much, Sir!"
"One mistake and you'll get everything you should be getting now. Understand?"
"Yes Sir! I understand, Sir!"
"Now, about the lying. You know what you get for that, don't you?"
"Yes Sir" Aaron shuddered. "Oh God! Are you going to give me that now?"
"No, I'm not. I'm going to suspend that too."
"Oh God!" he sighed, closing his eyes. "Thank you!"
"Do you remember what I said you'd get the next time you lied?"
"Yes Sir. Twenty with the switch."
"Okay, I'm suspending that. You lie to me again, even just try to evade telling me part of the truth, and you'll get both that suspended punishment and another one. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"You can count on at least forty blows of the switch if you ever lie to me again or lie to anyone else in authority. Is that clear?"
"Yes it is, Sir" Aaron nodded. "Absolutely clear."
"So, just to repeat. You've got another forty blows of the strap from Bill and or Allan hanging over you, plus another eighty from Rod and Pete. You'll get all or part of that, along with any new punishment, the next time you do anything that requires punishment. Anything at all. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"You've also got forty with the switch hanging over you if you deviate one tiny bit from the complete truth. Is that also clear?"
"Yes Sir."
"No evasions. No more clever games. Understand?"
"Yes Sir. I won't, Sir."
"Okay. Take that filthy pair of jeans you _f_u_c_k_ed and wash them in the lake. And clean yourself off, too. You're a _f_u_c_k_ing mess!"
"Yes Sir!!" Aaron grinned.
"Buz, you go with him. Make sure he does that and doesn't just play around swimming in the lake. I want to see both of you sparkling clean when you come to eat. And I don't want to see either of you before then. Okay?"
"Yes Sir!" they both grinned.
Darrell grinned back. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind."
"Yes Sir!" Aaron grabbed his boots and jeans. "Thank you, Sir!"
"I've got the rest" Buz laughed. "Let's go!"
Aaron laughed back. "Yes, Sir!!"
He ran with Buz to the lake and jumped in, dropping everything on the bank as he jumped.
"Wow!" he laughed as he swam, feeling the cool water flow over his skin. "I can't believe I'm here. This feels so good!"
"Cooling down that ass?" Buz grinned.
"God! You can say that again! I still don't believe this! Now I know what it feels like to have a death sentence reprieved!"
"Oh, come on!" Buz laughed, stripping off his boots. "They weren't going to kill you."
"Just about" Aaron said seriously. "I don't see how I could have survived."
"You'd have survived" Buz shrugged. "You just wouldn't have been able to walk for a few days." He looked at Aaron carefully. "You may still get it, you know."
"Oh, I don't think so" Aaron grinned happily. "Come on, Buz. Stop worrying about me and jump in. It's so great to be free, to be able to swim around like this!"
"Yeah, not a worry in the world!" Buz laughed, pulling off the rest of his clothes. "I'll race you to the float!" He dived in.
"Hey!" Aaron laughed. "Not fair!"
Aaron swam hard but was no match for Buz with his head start. When he got there, Buz had pulled himself up on the float.
"You're _f_u_c_k_ing slow" Buz grinned, looking down on Aaron.
"You didn't play fair!" Aaron laughed, pulling himself up beside Buz.
"Yeah, well, life's like that." Buz looked at Aaron. "That applies to getting it on your ass, too. I don't think you're taking Darrell seriously, Aaron."
"Sure I am" Aaron grinned. "He let me off! What could be more serious than that?"
"Getting your ass burned by that suspended punishment."
"Oh, come on. That won't happen."
"It will if you screw up again. You'd better take them very seriously on that, Aaron. Believe me, I know."
Aaron shook his head. "I won't screw up, Buz. Don't worry, I've learnt my lesson. At least I think I have."
"Yeah, well, that qualification is the nub of it, isn't it? You'd better remember what it felt like to get all that on your ass. Because if you don't, you will screw up again. Just remember what Darrell said: You do anything wrong and you'll get it all. He wasn't kidding when he said that."
"I won't do anything wrong."
"No? What if you do something that pisses Bill off?"
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!" Aaron looked at him in shock. "I never thought of that."
"Well, you'd better think about it. It's a real possibility."
"_f_u_c_k_! He could really screw me!"
"Yeah, he could. You could also screw yourself. So be careful, okay?"
"_s_h_i_t_! What if he wants to _f_u_c_k_ my ass?"
"Don't let yourself be alone with him."
Aaron shook his head. "That's easy to say." He began to sob as he thought about it. "_f_u_c_k_! I don't think I can stick this out, Buz."
Buz looked at him compassionately. "They raped you out there, didn't they?"
"Yeah. Brutally." He looked at Buz in dismay. "I'll have to quit. There's no alternative. I can't take that again."
"Cool down, kid. You don't have to do anything. And certainly not right now."
"I can't continue, Buz. They'll do it again."
"Not necessarily. You'll get help on this. From me. From Darrell and Rod, too."
"What can they do? They can't keep Bill and Allan off me."
"They can do a lot. Wait and see."
"What if they send me out with them again?"
"Alone?" Aaron shook his head. "That won't happen. Trust me."
"It's already happened. It can happen again."
"Okay, then, maybe it does" Buz said impatiently. "It shouldn't, and I don't think it will. But you're right, anything's possible. The sun could go nova tomorrow morning."
"Don't make fun of me" Aaron flared.
"I'm not. I'm just telling you not to overreact."
"But what if it does happen?"
"Then you'll just have to cope with it."
"I couldn't."
"Oh, come off it! Stop feeling so sorry for yourself! Getting your ass _f_u_c_k_ed isn't the very worst thing that could ever happen to you."
"That's easy for you to say" Aaron said bitterly. "It hasn't happened to you."
"No? How do you know that?"
Aaron looked at Buz in surprise. "Has it?"
Buz laughed sardonically. "You're not the only kid with a neat ass, Aaron. At least what Bill and Allan think is a neat ass."
"They _f_u_c_k_ed you too?"
"Yeah" Buz nodded. "A number of times."
"No kidding! Was it rough?"
"The first time was" he shrugged. "It was really bad. But I survived it. So can you."
"Do they still do that to you?"
Buz shook his head. "Hardly ever. They like new game, Aaron. Right now, that's you. Next week, who knows?"
He smiled sardonically. "That's true for Bill, anyway. Allan's kind of like a male dog. He'll _f_u_c_k_ anything that moves, particularly if he's _f_u_c_k_ed it before." He grinned. "He's always horny for gay _s_e_x_."
Aaron snorted. "I can believe that." He considered for a moment. "Do you think I'm gay?"
Buz shrugged. "I have no idea. You seem pretty normal to me." He looked at Aaron again. "What's the problem? Did getting _f_u_c_k_ed turn you on?"
"Did that happen to you?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't it? It happens all the time."
"You like getting _f_u_c_k_ed?"
"I can get off on it" he shrugged. "I like getting my _c_o_c_k_ sucked. Allan likes sucking _c_o_c_k_ and does that real well. Do you think that makes me gay?"
"I don't know. Are you?"
"Who knows? I take it as it comes. I don't mind getting _f_u_c_k_ed if that's what it takes to get sucked off. Actually, I kind of like it. I guess I like any kind of _s_e_x_."
He turned to Aaron and grinned. "There's not a lot of choice around here. I don't know about you, but I get real horny. I really don't care all that much what form _s_e_x_ comes in, so long as it comes."
"I suppose" Aaron shrugged.
"What about you? Are you really all that different?"
"I don't know."
"Probably not, I'd guess. I like _f_u_c_k_ing girls. You do too, I presume."
"Sure" Aaron smiled. "I like it a lot. I like jerking off, too. I thought I was pretty normal before this happened."
"You are" Buz shrugged. "At least, I think you are."
"I don't know" Aaron sighed. "I wonder if somehow I encouraged them to _f_u_c_k_ me."
"Oh come on, Aaron. They didn't _f_u_c_k_ you. They raped you."
"I can't help feeling responsible. You think I did something that made them think I wanted it?"
"No, I don't" Buz said angrily. "Stop thinking that _s_h_i_t_, Aaron. They raped you! They're _f_u_c_k_ing criminals! You're a hell of a lot less responsible for that than I am."
"How could you possibly be responsible?"
"I left you with them, didn't I?"
"So what? You had no choice. Bill forced you to go."
"I should have appealed to the others."
"Who could you have appealed to? Bill was in charge. All you could have done is gotten your own ass beaten for disobeying him."
"Well, I should have done something. I sure as hell am more responsible for what happened than you are."
"I guess what concerns me is that I enjoyed it the second time."
Buz laughed. "Oh, _f_u_c_k_, Aaron. That's just hormones."
"You think so?" Aaron asked. "I mean, well, ..."
"Come on, Aaron. Anybody that can spontaneously cum in his jeans just from riding a horse has hormones coming out of his ears. I thought I was _s_e_x_-obsessed, but I'm celibate compared to you.
"You think so?" Aaron grinned, secretly pleased. "You think that's why I got excited when they came on to me the day after?"
"No question" Buz nodded. He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Did you really do what Allan said you did? Pose naked for them while jerking off?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "I guess I like getting my _c_o_c_k_ sucked too. That's how Allan made me hard."
"That doesn't sound quite as involuntary as you said earlier."
"I guess it wasn't" Aaron smiled ruefully. "Actually, to tell you the truth, I even got a hard-on when Allan _f_u_c_k_ed me. Not the first time. That was rape, and it was brutal. But the morning after, I came off twice when they _f_u_c_k_ed me. Once in Allan's mouth when he sucked me while Bill _f_u_c_k_ed my ass, then all by myself when Allan _f_u_c_k_ed my ass later on."
"Nothing abnormal about that" Buz shrugged. He looked at me and grinned. "Sounds like you've got the same problem as me. You're still as horny as a teenager."
"I don't want to end up being gay."
"Doesn't sound like you will. Sounds like you like all kinds of _s_e_x_, boys or girls. I do, too. So what does that make me?"
Aaron shrugged. "You tell me."
"I don't know. Frankly, I don't think it's a big deal."
Aaron shrugged again. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am making it out to be a bigger deal than it really is."
"It's a big deal the first time" Buz shrugged. "Maybe that's why you're so upset."
"Yeah" Aaron nodded. "You could be right. So you think I'm dumb to think of quitting?"
Buz shrugged again. "If that's the only reason. You want the job, don't you?"
Aaron nodded again. "Yeah, I do. I need the money and I like the experience." He laughed bitterly. "Most of it, anyway."
"Then what's the big deal?"
"Maybe you're right." He looked at Buz. "You think they'll want to do that again if I'm out with them? _f_u_c_k_ me, I mean?"
"Probably" Buz smiled. "I'd guess a ninety percent probability."
"And beat me again too?"
"Not necessarily. Not unless you make them do that."
Aaron nodded bitterly. "Not if I let them _f_u_c_k_ me, you mean."
"Sure. If you're out alone with them and they're going to do that anyway, you might as well let them do it." He looked at Aaron and grinned. "Unless you really like getting it on your ass first."
"No way!"
"Who knows? You seem to have gone out of your way to get it, Aaron. Maybe that's your thing. It certainly is for some people."
"Well, it's not for me" Aaron snorted. "Okay, so you're saying I should just lie back and enjoy it."
"Might as well. I don't know about enjoying it, though it doesn't sound as if that's really all that hard for you. But about taking it? Yes, absolutely. If it's going to happen anyway, there's no sense fighting it and getting hurt."
"I guess you're right." He grinned ruefully and looked at Buz again. "Thanks for talking about this. You've made me think."
"For nothing" Buz smiled. "It helps to think it through."
"Yeah, it does" Aaron nodded. He grinned and dropped back in the lake. "We'd better go wash those jeans."
When they joined the others before dinner, they were welcomed by a chorus of whistles.
"Look at that!" Buck laughed. "Clean jeans! What's with you, Aaron? No cum? What did you guys do? Suck each other off until none's left?"
Aaron grinned in embarrassment. "Something like that."
"He even shaved for us" Allan grinned. "God! What's the occasion?"
Aaron laughed. "Nothing to do with you, that's for sure."
"Oh, come on!" Allan laughed. "You're all cleaned up for somebody." He looked at Buz and grinned. "You are too. This really is special!"
"_f_u_c_k_ off, Allan" Buz grinned. "This isn't for you."
"You two sure look happy" Pete grinned. "It's hard to believe you were getting your ass burned just a couple of hours ago, Aaron."
"I can't believe I got reprieved" Aaron grinned.
"Be careful" Rod smiled. "It's still hanging over you, kid."
"Oh, I know" Aaron nodded, suddenly serious. "How long will that continue?"
"Ask Darrell."
"I heard him" Darrell smiled. "We'll talk about that tomorrow before you guys ride out."
"So soon?" Aaron asked apprehensively. "Who with?"
"You and Buz are riding out with Rod and Pete."
"Not with Bill?"
"No, he'll have other tasks." He looked at Aaron in amusement. "You'd better be on your best behavior. You heard what Rod just said about what's hanging over you?"
"Oh, I know" Aaron grinned happily. "I will, believe me."
"I thought they were coming out with us" Bill said in surprise.
Darrell shook his head. "No, I've changed the work roster. You don't need them with you on your next patrol."
"We might run into something for which we do."
"Then you'll have to come back and get somebody else." Darrell looked at Bill in annoyance. "Are you questioning my decision?"
"No Sir. Of course not, Sir."
"That kid sure looks happy" Buck grinned, looking at Aaron. "You definitely made his day with that reprieve."
"That's a surprise?" Darrell laughed.
"He's a good kid" Hal smiled. "I hope he doesn't _f_u_c_k_ up again."
"I won't!" Aaron laughed happily. "Never again, believe me!"
Aaron was euphoric all evening.
After dinner, he couldn't stay still. "Let's do something" he urged Buz.
"Want to hike up above the camp?" Buz suggested. Aaron thought that was a great idea.
When they got to the top of the ridge, they stopped for a moment, looking back at the camp.
"I still can't believe what happened" Aaron grinned, still feeling on top of the world. "Why do you think Darrell changed the crew assignments?"
"Who knows?" Buz shrugged. "The important thing is the change."
"Yeah, for sure." Aaron suddenly looked at Buz. "You knew that was going to happen when we talked out on the lake, didn't you?"
Buz shrugged again. "I guess I thought they might do that."
"You talked to them. Before they gave me that reprieve. I remember, now. You walked back with them."
"Yeah. Okay, I did."
He smiled in wonder. "You talked them out of giving me the rest?"
Buz shook his head. "No, I can't take credit for that. They'd already decided that on their own."
"But not the crew change."
"That was Darrell's decision."
"Maybe so, but I don't think he would have done it on his own." He looked at Buz in gratitude. "Do I ever owe you, buddy. I don't know how you did it, but I owe you bigtime."
"Oh, come off it" Buz shrugged in embarrassment. "You don't owe me anything. Let's get going." He grinned at Aaron. "There's a really neat meadow over the next ridge, totally isolated. Let's hike up to it."
They hiked up to the meadow, leaned back on the grass and talked about a number of things. After a while, they started talking about how horny guys in the camp got with no girls around.
"How do guys survive?" Aaron laughed. "I mean, sure, you can jerk off. But doing just that has to get pretty boring."
Buz shrugged. "There's other things."
"Like what?"
"Sucking each other. Playing around. Things like that. You've got to admit that getting your _c_o_c_k_ sucked is a lot more interesting than jerking off."
"Yeah, I guess it is" Aaron agreed. "I sure got turned on when Allan did that to me. No one's ever done that to me before."
They'd talked for a while about that and about what Bill and Aaron had done to them, comparing notes on how it had felt. As they talked, they got aroused.
"This is bad" Aaron had grinned. "We're both getting hard-ons."
"Yeah, we are." Buz looked at Aaron carefully. "You're feeling a lot more relaxed about this, aren't you?"
"I sure am" Aaron grinned. "I feel liberated."
"You horny enough to try getting sucked off again?"
"It sounds like you are" Aaron laughed. "You're horny as hell, aren't you?"
"Yeah, if you want to know, I am. Talking about it really turns me on."
"Me too" Aaron admitted. "I don't know why. You'd think being raped by those bastards would cure me of _s_e_x_ for a while."
"You kidding?" Buz laughed. "Come on, only priests ever get cured of wanting _s_e_x_."
Aaron had laughed too. "Not even them these days. Just ask Cardinal Law." He looked at Buz quickly. "Sorry, you're not Catholic, are you? I shouldn't joke about that stuff."
"No, I'm not anything. How about you?"
"No, I'm not into that either." He looked at Buz and grinned. "No religious constraints."
The two of them didn't say anything for a while.
Buz finally broke the silence. "You get a lot of _s_e_x_ back in college?"
"A fair amount" Aaron shrugged. "I didn't have much time for it outside of weekends."
"How often did you get laid? Was it hard to get girls?"
"Hell, no!" Aaron grinned. "Girls really go for me."
"Yeah, I could see that when we were with Jez, back when I first picked you up. I bet she'd do anything you wanted."
"I sure wish she were here" Aaron said wistfully. "God! Just thinking about her makes me horny."
"Me too" Buz nodded. "Think she'd let us both _f_u_c_k_ her?"
"At the same time?" Aaron grinned. "That's kooky. God! You really are horny!"
Buz grinned in embarrassment. "I guess I am." He'd looked at Aaron appraisingly. "You ever suck a guy off and been sucked at the same time?"
Aaron shook his head. "There were so many girls, there was never any need."
"That's sure not true here. It's really cool. I mean, when there's no alternative."
Aaron looked at him in surprise. "You've done that?"
"Yeah. I did it all last summer with a kid from Chilcotin College who worked here."
"No kidding! It was good?"
"Yeah." He'd looked at Aaron again. "You want to try it?"
Aaron felt his prick begin to swell. "I guess I owe you, don't I?"
"_s_h_i_t_, no! You don't owe me anything!"
"I'll try anything once" Aaron shrugged. "Is it safe to do it here?"
"Way out here?" Buz grinned. "Sure. This is where we used to come last summer." He put his hand on Aaron's thigh. "You really have a neat body. It's no wonder the girls go for you."
"So do you" Aaron smiled, lying back as Buz's hand moved up towards his crotch. "_s_h_i_t_, just feeling that turns me on."
"Let's get rid of these" Buz said softly, undoing Aaron's jeans.
"Let's get rid of everything" Aaron nodded, reaching down to take off his boots.
They stripped off their clothes and quickly became fully absorbed.
"You're large" Buz smiled, looking up from licking the end of Aaron's pronounced hard-on. "No wonder the girls go for you."
"You're not so bad yourself" Aaron grinned. He'd been doing the same to Buz. "God! I never thought I'd do this with anybody!"
"Necessity engenders invention" Buz laughed. "Isn't that what Thomas Edison said?"
"I don't know" Aaron smiled. "Did he invent this too?"
Buz shook his head. "No, it was some Russian. They invented everything, didn't they?"
"Only in Pravda" Aaron grinned. "Let's leave them claiming credit. I want to focus on this. And feel what you're doing to mine."
The two of them became even more absorbed.
Unknown to Aaron and Buz, Bill and Allan had been watching them from behind some trees. The two cowboys had seen them talking animatedly as they walked out of camp and had decided to follow them. They'd followed the two boys at a distance, carefully keeping out of sight as the boys climbed up the ridge. Now, they'd crept within a hundred meters of where Aaron and Buz were making out, looking down on them from the hillside.
"They're really into it!" Allan grinned.
"Yeah" Bill sneered. "So much for the kid's 'I'm not gay' plea."
"Oh, he's gay. He liked my prick up his ass, that's for sure. God! Just looking at him doing that with Buz makes me want to _f_u_c_k_ him again."
"So why don't you? Let's do it."
"Here? This close to camp?"
"Why not? Nobody followed us. The four of us are alone here. And nobody cares about what we do, anyway." He smiled ominously. "At least I don't think so. I want to quiz Buz about that."
"What for?"
"I have a hunch he may have squealed on us."
"No kidding? That _s_h_i_t_ needs his ass beaten."
"Yeah, he does. And I'll give it to him. But more important, what they're doing over there is the perfect defense if he did squeal on us. You've got your camera in your backpack, don't you?"
"Sure. Of course."
"Good. Let's get some pictures of this before they see us. If we go down that way, we can use the rocks to keep hidden."
The two of them quietly snuck up on Aaron and Buz, creeping from rock to rock taking photos of the boys licking and sucking each other's pricks.
Suddenly Aaron saw them move, less than fifty feet away.
"It's them!" he blurted out, recoiling from Buz's prick in horror.
"What do you mean?" Buz asked, looking up. "Oh, _f_u_c_k_!"
Allan took a picture of the shocked expressions on their faces as they sat up.
"Mind if we make it a foursome?" Bill grinned.
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[to be continued.... ]