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Be A Man	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own The Big Valley. I make no money from writing this, just the personal satisfaction of (hopefully!) entertaining those who love the show as much as I do.

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Jarrod shivered as another gust of wind blew cold water down his neck. It was just his luck to get caught in a freak rainstorm when he only had another couple miles to go. He hadn’t wanted to wait for the next afternoon to take the stage to Rimfire and the weather looked to be fine, so Jarrod elected to ride Jingo. He had managed to make the trip to Rimfire a few times over the past couple months, ostensibly to check on the work on the new ventilation shafts for the mine, but the truth was, Dave Barrett was never far from his mind.
He pulled his coat tighter around him as Jingo kept up his steady pace, the sorrel unperturbed by the rain. But even though the stage would have been more comfortable, getting to Rimfire sooner was worth the trouble. Up in the distance, Jarrod could see the faint glimmer of lights and a warm glow started to dispel the chill. Dave wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow, but he was hopeful the sheriff would be home.
He took Jingo to the livery when he arrived in town, slung his saddlebags over his shoulder and quickly made his way down the deserted street to the sheriff’s office. The lawyer was covered in mud by the time he reached the door, but once inside, the warmth from the stove started to soak into him.
“Be right with you.” Dave’s voice from the other room sent a pleasant shiver up Jarrod’s spine as he removed his soaked boots and stripped off his sodden coat and hat.
“No rush, Dave, it’s just me,” he called back.
Dave came from the back room, wiping his hands on a towel. “All the more reason to rush then.” He gave Jarrod a seductive grin as he grabbed the saddlebags. “Come on back, I’ve got a pot of hot coffee on the stove that’ll warm you up.”
“Where’s Daniel?’ Jarrod asked as he admired the view from behind while he followed Dave into the kitchen.
Dave slung the saddlebags over the back of a chair. “He went frog hunting over by his friend Tommy’s. With this storm kicking up, he’ll likely spend the night.”
“Is that so?” Jarrod caught the gleam in Dave’s eyes.
“That’s so.” Dave walked up to Jarrod and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Reckon I should get you out of these wet clothes before you come down with something.”
Jarrod closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Dave’s hands across his skin as the other man removed his shirt. Dave’s lips travelled across his chest and down his stomach, then Jarrod inhaled sharply as his manhood was freed from his pants and taken into Dave’s mouth. He groaned with pleasure as Dave sucked him slowly.
Dave worked Jarrod’s pants off the rest of the way as he continued to lavish attention on Jarrod’s cock with his tongue and then he kissed his way back up to Jarrod’s lips. “I think you’d be warmer in the bed,” he breathed. “That’s not to say you’re not damned hot already.”
Jarrod just chuckled as he let Dave take his hands and lead him into the bedroom. Carefully locking the door behind him, Dave quickly shucked off his own clothes and practically threw Jarrod across the bed. His tongue invaded Jarrod’s mouth and Jarrod responded by getting a double handful of Dave’s ass.
“God, I want you,” Dave groaned as he ground his hard shaft into Jarrod’s.
“Take me then,” Jarrod replied huskily, opening and lifting his legs. Dave rose up, grabbed on to one of Jarrod’s outstretched thighs, took his member in the other hand and lined it up with Jarrod’s opening before he paused.
“I should get something to make it easier,” he said, but Jarrod just shook his head.
“Do it now, Dave, I don’t want to wait.”
“But, Jarrod,” Dave protested, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jarrod stared up into his lover’s eyes. “I want you to,” he said with quiet intensity. Dave hesitated another moment and then plunged his cock into Jarrod. Jarrod bit back a cry of pain, but it only served to fuel his arousal. “Harder, Dave,” he whispered as he grabbed his own swollen member and started stroking it roughly. Dave bent his legs nearly double as he leaned over Jarrod to fuck him harder and harder. The burn grew in Jarrod’s ass and groin and he didn’t hold back his cries as his manhood exploded, shooting his seed with enough force to hit Dave’s chest. Dave thrust into him furiously as he reached his own climax and then collapsed across Jarrod. Jarrod was breathing heavily as he tried to come back from the heights of his orgasm.
“Jarrod…”
Jarrod felt Dave’s weight lift off of him and opened his eyes to find Dave staring down at him in concern. His lover leaned over on his side and reached up to smooth the hair off Jarrod’s forehead. “I never had anyone want me to hurt them before. I’m not complaining, mind you, but…”
Jarrod took a deep breath, not sure how he should explain. “Do you want the short or long version?”
Dave lay down and wrapped his arms around Jarrod. “Whatever you want to tell.”
Hesitantly, Jarrod started to tell Dave of how he’d left home against his father’s wishes, about finding out his attraction to men, his experiences in the War and the depths of guilt he’d had to overcome after the death of his father. He softly told Dave what only Heath knew, a thing he had never actually talked about. As he related what he’d let be done to him in that house in San Francisco and how that had left him with a craving for being helpless during rough sex, Dave didn’t pull away, he only held him tighter.
“I don’t envy you what you went through,” Dave said when Jarrod finally grew silent, “but I’m glad it brought you here to me.” He kissed Jarrod softly, and then a wicked gleam came to his eyes. “So you like ropes, do you? I’ll have to see what I can come up with.” Dave kissed him again. “But reckon we should get some sleep first.”

Jarrod could still hear the pounding of rain when he woke the next morning. Yawning, he tried to roll over and found he couldn’t.
“You’re a sound sleeper.”
Jarrod realized he was bound hand and foot, spread-eagled across the bed. “Dave…”
He felt feather-light kisses trail down his back to the crease of his buttocks. “Tommy’s pa stopped by on his way to work and said Daniel’s gonna stay the day. Good weather for catching frogs, or so I’m told. And no one’s moving too much in all this rain, not too many folks’ll be needing me.” Then a piece of cloth was forced between Jarrod’s teeth and tied firmly behind his head. “But just in case someone does stop by...”
A shiver of anticipation went up Jarrod’s spine and he felt his manhood start to harden. He didn’t know what Dave had planned, but he was anxious to find out. Then he gasped as his ass was slapped sharply.
“You know you were a bad boy, showing up here a day early.” Jarrod whimpered as Dave’s hand struck him again and again, but as the spanking went on, his arousal only mounted. His ass stung and burned and just when he thought the pain might overwhelm his pleasure, it stopped. “On the other hand,” Dave drawled huskily, “showing up early did mean we had last night and this morning, so I reckon you earned a reward, too.”
The hands that had administered such stinging punishment turned their actions into soft caresses and Jarrod moaned with pleasure. His cock was swelled to bursting, but trussed as he was, he couldn’t move to get any friction and release. He just had to lie there and take was Dave was giving him, but, oh, what bliss that was.
Dave started kissing his way across Jarrod’s back to lick at his tender buttocks. He then felt his cheeks spread apart and Dave’s tongue trailed down until it reached his sensitive pucker. He probed at Jarrod’s ass, moved a little further to nuzzle the base of his balls and Jarrod felt Dave’s nose press against him. Please, he wanted to beg, please fuck me, Dave. Please bury your thick cock in me and make me scream your name. But he couldn’t utter a word through the gag and Dave continued to torment him with pleasure.
Then Dave’s mouth left him and Jarrod gave a strangled cry as Dave finally plunged his cock into the waiting opening. Dave’s hands gripped Jarrod’s shoulders as he slammed into him, hitting his prostate and delivering indescribable jolts of ecstasy. Oh god, oh god, oh god, went though Jarrod’s mind as Dave fucked him ruthlessly and he finally came in an eruption of semen and hedonistic pleasure. He must have blacked out momentarily, because the next thing he knew, Dave had untied him and was spooning behind him with Jarrod wrapped tightly in his arms.
“Did you like that?” Dave whispered in his ear. Jarrod didn’t trust himself to speak and only nodded. “I’m glad.”
Jarrod sighed in contentment and couldn’t stop from drifting back to sleep, secure in the knowledge he would be safe in Dave’s arms.
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