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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 looked at the nondescript house on the outskirts of the city. Ever since his father’s death, he’d been trying to hold himself together. He managed an injunction against the railroad and it seemed as though the threat to the valley’s farmers had faded away, at least temporarily. He made his way through the jumble of papers and receipts that were the records his father kept for the family’s businesses and convinced investors and business partners that everything was in capable hands. He backed Nick in any decision his younger brother made with regards to the ranch without question, knowing Nick needed his unwavering support in running such a large operation. He stepped in as a father figure for his sister and gave his mother a strong shoulder to cry on.
But it was just a façade. It didn’t matter that he was torn apart inside over feeling responsible for his father’s death and the too-heavy burden placed on too-young shoulders, Jarrod had to act like he was in control, be the strong ruling voice of the family and unfaltering defender of his friends’ and neighbours’ rights. It was the hand that he’d been dealt and he had no choice but to play it out.
All that grief and insecurity, from knowing he’d let his father down by not becoming a rancher to the knowledge that the threat from the railroad was likely not gone forever, plus the guilt over his father’s death, had to have an outlet and that was how he had ended up here, and not for the first time. He hadn’t been with another man since returning from the war and when he’d overheard the hushed whispers about the establishment that catered to tastes best left unvoiced and charged accordingly for its clients’ discretion, his desires, guilt and shame wouldn’t let him rest.
He ended up naked, on his knees, legs spread and tied to the bench against the wall. A leather thong looped over a hook bound his hands together and stretched his arms over his head. Another leather strap was between his teeth, fastened firmly behind his head but not overly tight. A shiver of fear went up Jarrod’s spine, enough that he could feel the tightness in his stomach, but not enough to dampen his slowly growing arousal. He felt sick, but he wanted this; no, needed this.
He shuddered as a calloused hand ran across his back. It slid around to the front of his chest and pinched one of his nipples hard. Jarrod’s breath caught in an audible gasp and he was rewarded with a stinging slap on his exposed buttocks.
“No noise,” a soft but firm drawl advised, “or I’ll have to give you a sharper reprimand.”
Jarrod tried to keep quiet, but when the hand moved down his stomach, grabbed his balls and squeezed, he didn’t work very hard to stop the muffled whimper from escaping.
This time, the expected strike across his backside was administered by the leather of a riding crop. He gritted his teeth around the gag and closed his eyes when tears of pain leaked out as the blows rained down across his back, buttocks and thighs. He deserved this; he was deceiving all of those he knew and loved by pretending to be strong when he was truly shameful and pathetic.
Eventually the beating stopped and the hands moved and soothed the stinging welts. “I don’t really want to hurt you,” the voice told him, “but you do have to learn to behave. I know you can be a good boy.” That was what Jarrod craved along with the punishment; praise from someone who knew what he was rather than the hollow words of those who couldn’t see past his façade.
The hands continued their explorations, more gently this time. They massaged his buttocks and caressed his belly, sliding down to stroke the inside of his thighs. The fingers probing the crease between his muscular cheeks left and came back coated with some sort of cream or oil. Jarrod almost gasped as one delved into his tight hole but held himself in check this time. The other hand began playing with his balls, lightly at first and then growing rougher as the finger in his ass pressed deeper. Jarrod began to shake as he worked to suppress his reaction when the finger hit that spot that sent a flash of lightning through his body. The other hand left his balls and began pumping his cock to the same rhythm as the finger pumped his ass and Jarrod wondered what sort of penalty would be meted out if he passed out from the strain of holding his breath.
Then the finger left him, the hand on his organ stilled and Jarrod tried to sag in relief. He couldn’t; he couldn’t really move trussed and suspended like he was. The physical reality matched the emotional; his body was open and naked and vulnerable just like he was on the inside.
Suddenly, something hard and hot pushed into him. He heard a low grunt and felt the slamming of a pelvis against his backside as the cock was forced up his ass as far as it could go. This time, the whimper did escape and his own engorged member was grabbed painfully.
“Just for that, you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” the voice drawled. “But feel free to scream now if you need to.” Jarrod cried through the gag at the searing pain of teeth biting hard into his shoulder and the brutal pounding of the powerful sex in his ass. The hand pumped Jarrod’s cock ruthlessly, alternating between hard strokes and the agonizing squeeze at the base to prevent his release.
Jarrod was overwhelmed. He couldn’t do anything but take it; his body was being used solely for another’s pleasure. He wasn’t responsible for anything or anyone, not even himself; control had been completely stripped from him and the realization of that reality was incredible.
The thrusting became more intense, short sharp jabs that Jarrod thought would split him in two before the other’s cock was plunged in even harder amid grunts of pleasure.
The words “You don’t have my permission,” were whispered in his ear as the hand squeezed down harder on Jarrod’s throbbing manhood while the cock was withdrawn from his ass
The hand released him to slide again between his buttocks. “Everyone’s not done with you yet.”
His hands were unhooked from the wall and Jarrod’s shoulders cried in protest at the movement. They were unbound only long enough to be dragged behind his back and tied again firmly. Strong arms reached around to grab him and the bench and pulled them both away from the wall before Jarrod felt the leather gag removed.
“He’s all yours.”
A pair of legs came into view and Jarrod almost panicked at the size of the phallus jutting out from between them. His hair was grabbed and his head tilted up as the man’s hand grasped the enormous member to force it between Jarrod’s lips. It rammed down his throat; he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even gag and wondered if he was going to choke. It pulled out enough to allow him some air and he sensed someone come up behind him. His hole was still slick and stretched from its first reaming and the new cock plunged in effortlessly as the first massive organ was thrust back into his mouth. Hands gripped his hips and the back of his head as he was fucked ruthlessly from both sides. The intensity increased and Jarrod felt his own flesh grow hard in response.
Oh, god, he was sick to get off on this, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t admit he felt like he was everyone’s plaything in his day-to-day life, always there for others and no one there for him. Here he didn’t have to hide it and his cock swelled painfully as he wanted that little bit of ecstasy for himself. He only hoped they wouldn’t ultimately deny him, just like he couldn’t deny them the carnal pleasure he could feel let go up his ass. The cock pulled out of his mouth just as he felt it grow for its impending climax and hot, milky strands splashed across his face.
“You just look so pretty wearing that,” a gruff voice said as his own organ was grabbed and jerked off hard. “That’s it, cum for me now, little whore.” Jarrod winced at being called a whore, but really, he was no better than one. He felt the burn of impending release gather and his consciousness exploded along with the hot fluid that burst from his cock. He shuddered and gasped as his penis pulsed and expelled stream after stream that coated his belly. A hand swiped across his face and gathered up the cum that had been spewed there before the fingers were thrust in his mouth. “Now lick them clean.”
Jarrod did his best to do as he was told while the pulses of his orgasm continued to rip through him. The calloused hand from the beginning came back to run through his hair when he was done and grip the back of his neck comfortingly. “You did good,” the soft drawl told him. “Hope you got what you needed.”
Jarrod nodded wordlessly as his hands and legs were released. He didn’t look up, just stayed where he was with his head bowed over the bench, the warm feeling from the praise being overpowered by the shame for his weakness that finally hit him.
“There’s a hot bath waiting for you in the corner.” The hand swiped at his head again in an affectionate parting gesture and Jarrod heard the others leave the room. He shakily got to his feet and made his slow way across to the steaming tub. Every movement hurt as he lowered himself into the hot water and his mind screamed that he was tainted, he was perverted, that he wasn’t any kind of man. Jarrod proceeded to try to scrub the shame from his body even though he knew he’d back and that he didn’t deserve anything better.
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