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Death in Las Cruces (drawings by
Valdemar) The small New
Mexico town of Las Cruces was fairly quiet as the residents sought shelter
from the oppressive heat of the noonday sun. Men sat on benches and chairs in
front of various storefronts and the saloons. A few women walked between
buildings, taking care of daily errands that needed to be done. So the
arrival of the bounty hunter known as Big Dan was witnessed by the town. They
watched as he passed by, and as he often did he was leading a horse with a
dead body draped over it. The women moved away as he rode by, the men looked
on noticing the state of the small procession. Dan, the horses and
the body were caked in layers of dust and dirt. Dan was stained with sweat
around his armpits chest and back. The horses were similarly caked, the
trailing horse and body also had blood caked on them. They also noted that
the body was naked as was usual for Big Dan. Dan rode towards
the sheriff’s office like he always did, the stub of a smoking cigar clamped
in his bearded mouth. Worn down from the last three days traveling through
the Sonora desert, Dan wanted nothing more than a bath and some whiskey.
Still he kept alert, his blue eyes constantly watching the people around him.
He rode up to the sheriff's office as the Sheriff walked out onto the board
walk. "Who did you bring in this time?" Dan dismounted stretching
his tall heavy body. He walked around and grabbing the thick black hair
lifted the head of the dead man. "Charlie Black" the sheriff walked
over and let out a low whistle. The dead man’s face was slack, jaw dropping
open, a thick black beard with blood staining it. "Whooo
wee!" the sheriff exclaimed. "The younger brother of the Black boys."
Looking up at Dan "Where’s his brother Brian?" Dan shrugged his
shoulders "Don't know, he was alone when I found him". The sheriff
waved his hand in front of his face. "Nothing personal Dan but the two
of you stink, take the body over to the undertaker and get yourself cleaned
up, I'll have your bank draft ready when you’re done." Dan nodded and
mounted up heading towards the end of town and the undertaker. Dan rode up to the
building; having been here many times he knew the procedure. He unstrapped
Charlie's body and pulled it over his shoulder. Charlie was not a small man,
but Dan was big and well-muscled, so he took the dead weight and turned to
enter. The dead man’s arms swung behind his back as he walked inside, bumping
and touching his ass. He nodded to Tom, the undertaker, as he headed to the
cold room. Tom followed him into the room. Dan flopped the body down on the
table. Charlie hit the table with a loud smack of flesh on stone, Tom walked
up examining the dead man. He looked Charlie over: the dead man was well
built, with a dark covering of hair from his beard to crotch, two bullet
holes in his chest showed where the dried blood came from. "Your usual
marksmanship, I see" Tom commented. Dan looked at his work, proud of the
killer he had become. "I gave him the same chance, I give them all, he
went for his gun so I shot him dead." Tom grabbed a bucket of water and
some sponges, starting to clean the body. "And you saved me the trouble
of undressing him, as usual, I see." Dan stood back and watched the man
work, he had always been fascinated with dead men and his arousal started
pressing against his pants. Unknown to Dan as
he watched the undertaker work, another man rode into town. He was dark
swarthy, a good looking man, under the hat he wore low on his head. A thick
black moustache and hair of the same color peeking out of his shirt. Brian
Black was almost as big as the man he hunted. He had heard that Big Dan, the
bounty hunter, had taken his brother. He also knew where he would take the
body. So he had come to Las Cruces to kill the man who had killed his
brother. He rode up to a saloon, dismounting. A young man (more kid than man)
walked up. "Can I take your horse to the stable mister?" Brian
looked him over, he seemed innocent enough. "Sure, have him watered and
brushed down, then put his saddle back on: I don’t plan to be too long."
The kid took the reins. "I am looking for a friend, maybe you know
him?" The kid looked up at Brian. "I know most everyone in town,
who ya looking for?" "A bounty hunter
known as Big Dan?" The kid looked at Brian. "Yeah, he's here, he's
down at the undertaker’s right now, but I wouldn’t bother him for a
bit." "Why is that?" Brian asked. "Well, he just got into
town and he is usually dirty and cranky until he has had his bath and some
whiskey, I heard tell that he killed a man who bothered him too soon."
Brian noticed a look of respect and idol worship in the kids eyes. "Yeah,
he can be a asshole." "I will go inside and get a drink. Wait a
bit, you could earn a few cents if you let me know where he is, so I don’t
catch him in a bad mood." "Sure thing, mister." The kid headed
towards the stables, Brian smiled and went inside to wait for his moment. Dan left the undertakers
and took his horses to the stable nearby. "Wash them down and give them
feed" he instructed the stable hand. Then he wandered over to the barber
shop for his bath and to have his clothes cleaned. The barber heated water
for the bath, Dan sat on a bench in front of the shop smoking a cigar. when
he saw the kid that ran around town. He called him over. "Yes Sir, what
can I do for you?" the kid asked "I am fixing on taking a bath and
would appreciate it if you would fetch me a bottle of whisky from the
saloon." "Sure thing, mister" The kid was happy to help Big
Dan, he secretly hoped to be like him when he got older. "When you come
back bring it to me, and take my clothes to be cleaned would ya?" The kid wrinkled his nose but agreed. Dan gave
him money for the whisky plus more. "Don’t be all day about it, son."
The kid ran off and Dan tossed the cigar and went inside. Dan entered the room,
a bathful of warm water waited for him. He undid
his gun belt and layed near the tub, the stripped
of his filthy clothing making his own face at the smell. He piled them on the
floor near his gun, and slowly slid in the water. Brian was sitting
in the saloon enjoying a drink when the kid came in asking for whisky for Big
Dan. The barkeep went to get it and the kid saw Brian. Brian motioned him
over. "Whisky for Dan eh?" "Yes sir, he's taking his bath and
wants whisky, when I return I'm supposed to take his clothes to the
laundress, man, does he stinks!" The kid smiled. Brian had an idea.
"Want to earn a five dollar gold piece?" The kids eyes grew wide
"Sure thing." Brian smiled "Help me play a joke on old Dan
there, when you take his clothes grab his gunbelt
too." The kid looked troubled. "I don’t know." Brian put a
hand on his shoulder. "You can do it not only will I give you this gold
piece you can keep the gun, Dan won’t need it when I surprise him with a
brand new one." The kid’s eyes grew wide. "Really?" Brian
placed a hand over his heart. "Ss god is my
witness." The barkeep yelled for the kid. "Deal" the kid spoke
as he took the gold and went to grab the bottle. With a skip in his step he
went to take care of Dan's business. Dan was soaking in
the tub when he heard a knock at the door, he tensed up one hand ready to
grab his pistol. "Enter" he called out. The door swung open quietly
and the kid poked his head inside. 'I got your whiskey sir." Dan waved
him in. The kid entered and walked over to the tub. He handed the bottle to
him looking at the big naked form of Dan. "Hell, he's big and
hairy" he thought to himself noticing the man’s body and cock. Dan
uncorked the bottle and swallowed about a quarter of it, then looking at the
kid: "Get the clothes and go." The kid jumped and said: "Yes
sir." He went around to the other side of the tub grabbing clothes. As
Dan took another big swallow of whiskey, he plopped the clothes on top of Dan’s
gun rig and carried it all out. He quickly went to drop off the laundry and
then went off to look at his new gun, unaware that he had set Dan up to be
murdered. Dan drank half the
bottle then set it down, leaning back as far as he could, the tub a little
small for his big frame. Relaxing he started thinking about how he had caught
Charlie Black bathing in a river. He started playing with his cock and balls,
his cock responding as he remembered. Charlie was bathing in the river when
Dan had walked up, upon seeing the big bear of a man he had rushed for his
gun on the shore. Dan smiled thinking: "It's always easier when they are
dead." He fired two rounds into Charlie, the man cried out in pain,
spinning with the impact of the bullets before falling face down on the sand.
Dan kicked him over and Charlies dead eyes stared up at him, the two bullets
lodged in his chest fucking his heart. Dan was stroking
his meat in the bath as he relived the encounter, eyes closed as he could see
Charlies dead body and cock. The
door opened quietly and Brian stepped in gun drawn. He smiled as he saw Dan
jacking off totally unaware of him. Moving slowly he stood at the foot of the
tub, watching the big man pleasure himself. "Fuck what a beast", he
thought, no wonder he had been such a successful hunter.
"Time
to pay for killing my brother Big Dan." Dan jerked, eyes open, reaching
for his gun, but it was gone. He stared into the cold dark eyes of Brian.
"Brian Black, you know I was planning on looking you up." Dan was
looking around for something to help him. "Well, here I am and you’re a
dead man." Brian smiled. Desperate Dan's finger wrapped around the bar
of soap in the tub. "FUCK YOU" Dan yelled throwing the soap at
Brian’s head. After throwing it he surged up out of the tub, but as Brian
ducked he fired "BAM" the shot rang out catching Dan in his left
pec, throwing him to the floor with a wet thud. Dan knew that the bullet had
gone through his heart, lodging against his shoulder blade, he felt his deathload shoot and a wave of orgasm sent him into the
dark.
Brian
saw Dan’s feet twitch and moved around the side to look at the dead body on
the floor. Blood poured out of a hole in his big hairy chest and cum leaked
from his still hard cock. Brian
felt his own cock hard in his pants, killing Big Dan and seeing the body of
such a prime man stirred his lust.
He
kicked the body, it jiggled as only a dead body could. Brian made the
decision he would fuck this man’s body and claim the ultimate dominance over
Dan. He stripped down exposing his own prime hairy body and cock. Kneeling
down he took Dan’s cock in his mouth, licking it clean and sucking the last
of the deathload contained within. He then
proceeded to lick the cum from the furry belly. Finishing his snack he rolled
the big body over face on its belly then proceeded to pull Dan’s legs up onto
his knees propping him up so Brian could plumb the depths of his man hole. Placing
his hands on Dan’s hips, Brian pulled Dan onto his raging hard cock. Brian
moaned, the pleasure of the warm dead ass on his cock was great. He started
thrusting back and forth, his rhythm getting faster. Soon he was pounding Dan’s
dead ass, balls slapping against Dan's. Then with a big groan he started filling
the ass full of his cum. The orgasm was more intense than anything he had
experienced before.
Sweating and
panting he pulled out, letting the body fall flat again. He dressed and
summoned the barber to help him. The two of them
managed to drag and wrestle the big limp body across the horse that the
barber had prepared. Once the body was secured, Brian mounted his own horse.
They rode out of town, cum could be seen leaking from Dan’s dead ass down his
thighs and big balls as he jiggled on the horse. Brian rode his chest exposed
and he proudly left town with his prize.
Hours later Brian
dumped Dan’s dead body on the hot rocks out in the Sonoran desert. Dan lay
spread eagle, dried blood on his chest, dried cum on his balls, Brian stood
over the body, laughing. He pulled his gun and fired six rounds into Dan,
perforating his chest and belly, Dan’s body jerked with the impacts, blood
oozing from the wounds. The final touch: he pulled his cock and pissed on Dan,
drenching him in hot piss. His desire for vengeance sated, Brian walked his
horse away and at a distance watched as vultures circled hin
to feast on the body of Big Dan.
Back in town the Kid looked at the guns he had gotten for betraying Dan. "That asshole lied and tricked me, I swear someday I will use these guns to get even. I swear on my name Dan!” |
